"What in the hell is going on here? Are you alright Mr. Blaine?"I looked up to see who was talking to me and there stood our principal, Mrs. Wilson. "...h yea, I'm OK Mrs. Wilson."She got down on her haunches and looked at my bloody nose and lip. "What happened to you Mr. Blaine?"Well I couldn't exactly tell her, not if I wanted to stay alive. If she found out that it was Jack and took any action I was in for another beating. It was rumored that Jack liked inflicting pain, lots of pain, but that. Jeff immediately started sucking my already hard nipples.I put my hand down his shorts rubbing his large cock.This was so taboo it made me wet just thinking that I was going to fuck my cousin with his parents right down the hall.He slid off the bed dropping to the floor,spreading my legs and diving into my wet pussy.I laid back on the bed letting him take me.He licked slowly over my lips and clit.He was good and I moaned in a whisper.I wanted to cry out and that made things that much hotter. "She smiled, grateful that it was out in the open. "That's a redundantsentence, Salton..." Shut up. My mother thought it was classy. Everyone called me'saltine,' instead. You know I'm right." She hated that he was. "Youhave no respect for me. You never have." That's not true, Sal. I do respect you." No, you don't. I think you respect me as a reporter, but not as aperson. You think I'm an asshole. You think my friends are douchebags.If I like something, you hate it. If I hate. When we hire day laborers, Bob can tell you who can’t hammer a nail for shit but who doesn’t mind sitting on a roof truss holding the board in place for someone else to nail in. As long as you give him pre-cut or pre-measured materials, he is golden. Give him a stack of two-by-fours, a framing square, pencil, and saw to cut six inches off each one, and not a damn one of the pieces will be less than a quarter of an inch off. Measuring isn’t his thing. Nor is working with girls or women,” Kat.