A reporter was standing outside the school when the kids were released. He kept trying to get someone to tell him about the attack that had happened d...ring lunch at the school. The reporter kept insisting that he had a good source who had told him about a racially motivated attack that had happened during lunch.Ansel had walked away from school that day pretty disturbed that someone was trying to create racial incident at his school. It was all pure fiction.Martin Phillips and Franklin Jones. Daddy grunted approvingly and got behind me holding my hips. He pushed the head of his prick into my cunt and thrust hard and fast into me. He tore through my hymen quickly making me cry out. Daddy pumped back and forth in my tight tunnel as tears streamed down my face.“That’s my good girl,” he moaned pulling his cock out of me. He shoved himself into Sasha’s cunt and tore through her hymen. She yelped and tears filled her eyes. They spilled out as Daddy fucked her while I lay on top of. Then, they separated us into Felonies and Misdemeanors putting me in the smaller group of about fifteen souls in the felony category.I knew they would use bail and defense lawyers paid by the city to discard the misdemeanors as quickly as possible and the rest of us would be seeing the processing judge for pre-trial incarceration. The bullshit about having a phone call was all a bunch of crap and I surmised I would be heading either to the Tombs or to Ryker’s Island by mid-afternoon. Julie and. It would be an understatement to say that it felt like teleportation to visit a TGI Friday’s in the place where I am sure they will stick the hose if they ever give the earth an enema. And it set off shock-waves of cultural dissonance in my slightly concussed brain. It just seemed so wrong to be munching on loaded potato skins instead of the usual tikka and rice.Given its “girls night out” vibe -- I could understand why a TGI Friday’s was Rinaldi’s version of the Happy Hunting Ground. Plus, it.