In the main area was a couch, coffee table, and television currently tuned to whatever college bowl game was on at the moment. Before I could determin... the teams and score, he had me pressed against the wall next to the front door. At 6’4” he was quite a bit taller than I, even with the nearly 4 inch heels I had worn out of vanity. I had to tilt my head back to meet his eyes. Once I did, there was no hope of me looking anywhere else. One of his hands reached behind me, cupping my ass through my. I can't remember the circumstances, but he pinched me and called me a pussy regularly, even in church, and one day I'd just flat fucking had enough.After the services were over, and everyone was milling about in the church foreyard, I sucked up all my courage and walked to where Gerald stood with his parents. His father was Grady, a deacon in the church, and particularly susceptible to scandal.I walked past Gerald, who gave me stink-eye the whole time, and strolled up to his father. I held out. 50, which showed that I was willing to be reasonable, but I was not going to give in too easily.Jones was afraid that he had a tiger by the tail. He really wanted to sell that damned wagon that had been taking up space for months, but he was not going to give it away. I could see the determination in his eyes as he suggested $90. Wonderful, now I knew that we were working toward a price that I could live with. I offered $30, but I was slow to mention the number. I scratched my head and rubbed. .Already that day at lunch, Brianne and I had snuck off to our usual private study room in the back of the library. I had long ago charmed the elderly, half-deaf school librarian, and she always let me go back there to "study" at lunch whenever I asked. Never once had she come to check on me, so this had become a pretty frequent sex spot for me. Brianne managed once again to sneak past her when she was helping someone else, and when she got back to the study room she nearly ripped my shirt.