I received even more attention when I stopped in the market to buy some vegetables, and seasoning. I could not go to crazy, as it all needed to fit in...my satchel, but I was happy with the amount I bought. I could make these last, and of course, given where I was staying, if I picked up a pot.I could grow my own potatoes. I also found someone who would buy the rabbit skin I had brought, and he gave me a decent amount of Drectars for it. I took longer than I had intended, due to how many people. Mark continued to feel a bit nervous when Sara would enter the room, and would be on pins and needles when the whole family would be together. But as the days went on, and nothing happened, his nervousness waned. He did notice that Sara was beginning to spend more and more of her time alone, in her room, and less with everyone else. Marks parents seemed to notice little, perhaps chalking it up to normal adolescence, but Mark knew better. For the first week, he worried that he had seriously. My body was betraying me."Michael," she said. She held me for a moment, wiping her tears against my jeans. "I can... I can make it up to you."She wasn't wearing much make-up, but what she had had run all down her face. Her hair was a tangled mess. Her eyes were bright.Misreading my face, she brought her hands up to my waist. "I can," she said. I could see her tongue touch her lower lip as she fingered the clasp of my jeans. She'd stopped crying now."I don't know why," she said, "I wouldn't. “What girl hasn’t been fucked a little harder than normal?”I shook my head. “Beck doesn’t just like a little extra force on the hip action,” I told her. “She wants it rough and dirty and loud. It could easily look like rape if she wasn’t screaming for me to hit her harder, pull her hair harder, choke her harder, call her worse names and generally degrade her like I hate her.”She squirmed uncomfortably at that. “I don’t think I’d like that,” she admitted. “Why would you want that?”Beck shrugged..