"It doesn't matter what they called you. That must have been hell,"Steve said feeling awful for her"That was the point," Clara sniffed, "to get me to...quit. But Iwouldn't. They weren't the first people to treat me like that. Itwent on for a few weeks before my performance review, and it was like Iwas the worst waitress ever. Every little indiscretion was brought up,even though they applied to literally every other waitress there. Iwas fired that day." Clara was crying now.Steve handed her. She gasped into his mouth and whimpered, desperate for someone, anyone to see her despair. After he had left several angry nail marks in her tender flesh he withdrew his hand. He then grabbed a fistful of her hair to keep her head against the wall as he bent to breathe over her chest. He sunk his teeth down on her right tit, biting hard. She wanted to scream but the pressure of his knife made her highest noise a soft whine that was drowned out by the music. He went back up to her mouth as. Good thing I told them I thought my period wasstarting. I got to stop looking at them like that; they're just girlsafter all. Just can't think about them like that or I'll blow my cover.Like Mrs. Taylor says, I've got to keep my mind on Bobby or I willreally hurt myself down there. H E double toothpicks...don't know why Ijust can't say any dirty words anymore...n...n...and I don't know why Idon't really feel my pen...penis much anymore either...getting harderand harder to think of my. She is beautiful, and I do always get all the attention.. maybe this will be her moment. We climb into my truck and head on over to the school. Once there we pick seats pretty close to the stage. ::Sidney’s POV:: I, Sidney Ann Markley, am about to graduate after four fucking years of hell. I am incredibly relieved, and maybe even a little… sad…. Not that I’ll ever admit that to anyone. Standing back stage waiting to walk and get my diploma, in an ocean of every one’s family and friends, I can.