"Not her; she has plenty of friends, mostly men." I don't know what to say about that," Beth said. "Maybe it's better we don't talk about your wife. L...t's talk about us. I've always thought you an extremely interesting man, Clayton."His eyebrows went up. "You have? You've never shown it, Beth. And with that chilly attitude of yours, nobody would ever suspect." That was before I knew better," she said, her voice dropping almost to a purr. "Try me now." But she didn't wait for him to make the. He knew. He knew! Color flushed up from the neck of her robes, bathing her entire head in a deep shade of red.“I don’t know what...” she began weakly, trying to shield herself from his knowing eyes with a big, fat dollop of denial. He cut her off.“Don’t look so shocked, Miss McLuster. I am a grown wizard. Do you really think that I don’t know when a woman wants me to bed her? Save your lies, Miss McLuster. They are wasted on me. Besides, I didn’t say I wasn’t...shall we say... intrigued by the. All this did was give him access to my perky tits, his hands lifted my top to allow his hands to gain access to my tits. I turned to my right and could see the old man sitting on his door step rubbing his cock through his trouser looking at this young shop assistant fucking my young little white girly body as fast and as hard as he could.I heard a noise to my left which caused me to turn my head, there only around 10 feet away was Kuldips little brother who was a couple of years younger than. I remember sitting in a corner in my room, looking over her photos again and again, listening to rock music. Then at the age of nine I found out the joys of cutting myself. It worked, for a while. Physical pain was the only thing that occurred when I sliced my arms- the mental pain and things I was thinking always seemed to fade away in those moments. I guess I became a Goth gradually, but it was unplanned. I used to be at least accepted in society before my mum was killed. Goths in the part.