I brought up the stories in the last two days. Six had been posted, including mine. At the top of the list was "Story 2000." No description, no review.... The counter read 12,325! All in two days! Everyone must have read it! With some trepidation I clicked the link.I waited impatiently for the story to come up, one foot tapping softly against the computer desk. My hard disk finally whirred and the screen flashed then went completely black. In glowing white letters, the words STORY 2000 blinked. "You were such a lovely sweet little blonde angel when you were younger," he would say in a softer tone. "Where has that girl gone? No more costumes and piercings and trying to be something that you are not. Be who you are, Rachel, don't hide behind these masks."Of course I would refrain from explaining the irony of the situation. That sweet little blonde princess he wanted me to be had been the biggest charade of all. Most of my high school years had been confusing times for me, having to live. Her husband will had left her in the hospital while she was in labor and gone out with his buddies to a titty bar. He didn't care about his first child. Maybe he would care about the next one, but it damned sure wouldn't be his. Who would it be? It had to be someone who would make a nice baby and someone who would know about Will's humiliation. Maybe it would be one of his coworkers. Oh she had plenty of time to decide. It would be six weeks before she could have sex.As she looked at his. While still looking at each other (I with intense tired look on my face), he took off the duct tape and my panties out of my mouth. I was hoping he would kiss his mother, a martyr of carnal burning desire, caress my bright red battered boobs, and say Thank You Mum. Do you want to taste something delicious, mommy dearest? [Malcolm] I promise you that you won't forget the taste for a long long time. [Malcolm] Yes, that's right whore! Moan like my mommy. I can tell you don't like anal and you.