I decided against putting any time limits at all on child-rapists.Too bad the Barbara Walters experiment hadn’t worked out. If I could have given al... these guys a Viagra-proof, non-functional Softie-for-Life instead, I’d have probably limited myself to that.But no. All I could do was to kill them all off.The international press, and a few religious leaders, promptly noticed the overnight absence of known rapists. I hadn’t been certain this last batch of baddies would attract much attention, but. Anyway, I was one of the guys who had gym clothes because my mom had gotten a letter and taken me down to Hardwick's to get my Smithtown Jr Hi gray gym shorts and tee shirt. I already had the white socks and the sneakers. The one thing I didn't have was the jock strap. Now, that was embarrassing. What's the sense in going into that little room with the curtain if you have to come out and show your mother how it fits, turning around and showing your butt to everyone in the store? Mom gulped when. Meg was watching me with that delighted expression on her face, andmost unusually when it was my turn to cook offered to watch the dinnerif I wanted to slip into something more 'exciting?'"I can put that LBD on again?" I offered, knowing that dinner was onlyten minutes from ready. "We've not much time before dinner's ready." Got a lower cut top then?" she asked eyeing my 'tits' curiously."Karen the boss got them for me." I pulled a face and said, "These onesare like the Rolls Royce of the false. My mother asked me about it, to which I said as little as possible, Dad was not in the habit of noticing me, unless I fucked up. It was about a week later when things came to a head. I did something, I forget what, and he once again muttered that phrase: ‘Shoulda been aborted, ya little weasel.’ I stuck my face toward his and screamed, ‘Yeah, well you should too, you drunk!’ I woke up a few minutes later, I’d been backhanded so hard I’d been knocked out, and lost a tooth in the bargain. My.