One day I was a daughter with loving parents, I lived in a nice home, and I had a close circle of friends . . . and the next day I was very alone. Lif... had lost all of its meaning for me, so I just lived inside myself, silently watching my days pass by, one by one, through unseeing eyes. The only time I really felt alive was when I was playing the piano. It had been my passion before the accident, and afterwards I had learned how to play from feel rather than sight, which wasn’t as big of a. When I was in fifth grade I got a job drying trays for the cafeteria. I got a free lunch as pay, but my folks gave me the cash equivalent (30 cents) on top of my half-dollar allowance. While the job lasted only the first half of the fifth grade before someone else was given it, the friendship I made with Clarence lasted until my family moved East. Clarence was the kindly janitor that sort of took me on as a mascot, if you will. I was eager to take the class trash out to the dumpster because I. "Oh, Oh, Oh God", I moaned. "I have to!" and quickly dove between her legs. Shannon reached down with both hands and grabbed my short, blonde hair. This got me even more aroused, and I trembled and moaned shamelessly "Just as I thought. Can't get enough, can you, slut. Come on, kiss my cunt, and slave. And play with yourself while you do it." I couldn't help myself any more. Her order to "kiss my cunt" seemed so dirty and decadent. "Cunt" was a term I never used myself, but she seemed to. It was almost time for her to do so anyway. My sister liked to wait every three days and I counted the days since her last masturbation session and today was exactly three days. I felt certain I would hear the moans from the shower tonight.So I waited for tonight for my sister to enter the shower. The anticipation actually was arousing.When I finally heard my sister go in the shower, I listened intently. I heard the water cut on and then the splashing. I imagined she was soaping up her body..