"The others laughed."Hey," the black man said, "What you all laughing at. Look at this sissy's legs. What's the matter with them legs?" Bitch got no a...s," said someone in the group."She got a white girl's ass. Nothing wrong with that."I heard someone else say, "She got cute feet. I'll hand her that." He got teased for complimenting me. "Fuck you Tryone," he said, "they is cute feet, smaller and prettier than yo old lady's feet."The others started laughing and trash-talking among themselves and. He cornered me and there was no escape. I wanted to know what it felt like. I wanted to be used, and my fantasies and dreams would not stop tormenting me until I found out. I hated him, and I wanted him. Nobody had to know. He was taking me either way. Deke roughly shoved a hand down my shorts and plunged a finger between my wet folds, making me shiver and moan. “Yeah, bitch. Make a little noise for me,” he said, in that same demonic voice I’d heard every night in my dreams. One thick finger. ?Ich schlurfte also ins Bad, dass ihr nicht minder gut gefiel, wie das Schlafzimmer und aufgeweckt durch ihre Dusche, kleidete mich in Sachen vom Vortag und st?rkte mich mit einem ausgiebigen Fr?hst?ck. Dann setzte ich mich auf das Sofa und lie? alle Ereignisse des letzten Abends/Nacht noch mal Revue passieren. Einerseits f?hlte ich mich erleichtert, weil ich die ganze Last, die mir so lange auf der Seele gelegen hatte, nun mit jemanden hatte teilen k?nnen, andererseits widerstrebte mir die. Mum argued that the house should not be being run by an eleven year-old, but he just laughed and said that it should be right up my street. I didn't understand, largely because I couldn't hear everything that was said and in some cases I felt that I had already heard too much, but I didn't understand what he implied.Mum was in tears, shouting at Roger and I could only make out certain things that were being said as their arguing had woken Terry, who was now screaming blue murder and Phil wasn't.