"Let's have a sandwich and I will explain it to you."Sebastian told her that she should invite Seth first. She should wear something sexy, sit him in ...he living room and give him a rum and coke. Then put on some music and dance sexy in front of him. Sebastian told her between the alcohol and her sexy outfit and dance, he probably will be ready to cum. All she had to do was show him some tit, undo his zipper and jerk him off."But what if he doesn't let me, what if he wants to fuck me?" She. I wasn't prepared to see her dad's service revolver in her hand.Feeling my heart almost stop and then start again, beating in a rhythm that made me feel weird, I blurted out, "Joyie Ann Adkins, what the hell are you doing with your dad's gun?"Her laugh chilled me to the bone. She pointed the barrel of the weapon at me.I backed away from her and she followed me into the living room, where I bumped into the back of the sofa.Stopping, a few feet away from me, she said,"You bitch. You ratted me. There was a crinkling noise when she moved, but before she could work out why she was out of it.Hank returned a little later and unpacked Cathy's suitcases, transferring her clothes to cupboards and drawers. It was all so small – and much too warm for the season. 'Miss perfect organizer must have forgotten about Australian summers', Hank chuckled to himself. He would have to do something about Cathy's wardrobe quickly.Chapter 3Hank didn't want Cathy to swap day and night, so he intended to let. Here is the first chapter of a narrative of a portion of my life. The events and persons are very real; usually I modified or changed the names and I might be ambiguous as to the locations where the events occurred for obvious reasons. This chapter begins years ago when my family moved from the rural south to a nice village in northern NJ.I had just started 9th grade and shared the third floor of an old Victorian home with my brother. We shared a full bathroom with a claw-foot tub, toilet, and.