I gasped and tried to turn, but I was held firmly.“Hi Sunshine, Jimmy told me what a great fuck you are, how about giving me a little?” It was Sta.... He was obviously a little drunk.“Wait, you don’t understand…” I started but Stan’s hand had already moved down my body and was squeezing my ass through my dress. I struggled to push him away but as “average” as I had thought him to be, he was too strong for me. His hand moved from my nipples to the back of my neck, pushing me forward, bending me. It is nearly impossible to move or even turn around in between stations. What ever way that a person gets "packed" into the car is the way he/she stays until the next stop.One of the girls sharing my apartment is also an advanced student, but not quite as fluent in the language. We attend the same classes two days a week, but on three days my class schedule is different enough that I must ride during rush hours. The most maddening thing is that on these days, there is one stretch of the route. 'Go figure, ' he thought and then wondered where the receptionist was. Checking his watch he concluded she was having an early lunch.The doctor already had Rosa 's feet in the stirrups and was peering into her vagina with professional aplomb. "You have sexual intercourse quite often I see." Yeah, Dutch sure keeps life interesting," Rosa responded, hiding a smile the doctor couldn't see. Sharon finished examining Rosa 's vagina, but kept a finger inside her. "Does this bother you?" No, I find it. From then on, thisstrange man was known to everyone as Dr. Zaaijer, Family Therapist.Jack, Alisa and Michaelina entered Dr. Zaaijer's office. Jack and Alisatook the closest seats to the doctor and Mikie took a seat behind. Mikiedidn't want to be there the most. She had a lot to say, but she didn'twant to say anything, not out loud. She was tired of her parents notlistening to her. She had been telling her mother for months about whathad been going on at the house with her and her dad, but.