.. WHO ARE YOU? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME! LET ME GO NOW!” I screamed at her in a demeaning voice and started to scream for help. She panicked wi...h my sudden scream and quickly sat on my face and smothered my face with her nether region and drowned my voice out.“Oh geez mister, you needed more than a punishment for your bad behaviour. I only tolerate loyal, naughty boys,” she said as she sandwiched my face in between her thighs and pushed her weight down on me. Her wet panties choked me as. "Well fuck, at leastI got into a decent college, life will turn around there....." It wasn'tas if he was bad looking, standing at about 5'9, lean and with a facemany a girl had described as 'oddly cute' with a tangled mess of dirtyblond hair, but that didn't help him get a girl-friend. Mark through downhis controller. Suddenly not feeling it anymore.... Silently cursing hisluck that mom was home in the kitchen, preventing him from snatching upany booze and drowning his sorrows away.Just as he. "I think I can do that. Just for you."Tom lay on the couch, watching the women clean up after dinner.There was something relaxingly sexist about the act. It reminded him of home. Of childhood, before he entered real life. Before life began rejecting him. Women in the kitchen, talking. Men in the den, doing the same. A game on the TV. Tom sitting on the floor, eyes going between the glowing screen and the faces that dominated his life.They could recreate that.Not TV, no. While putting some sort. Suddenly I had been brought out of my cell and told I was being deported. Mom was being detained. They allowed us a last conversation, in which Mom told me she'd somehow made an agreement, that they would leave me out of it and deport me back home. She became evasive when I asked what was going to happen to her. She hugged me and told me not to worry, she would show them there was nothing wrong and she would be home soon. Naturally I was afraid. That country didn't have a great humanitarian.