.????? With my left hand I reached for theslipper that I hadn't used yet, and gave as much force as I could to my stillred and throbbing tits, left, r...ght, left, right, left, right... I stared withalmost detachment at myself in the mirror, wishing that I had videod this wholeexperience, but knowing that I would in the future, and so much more... Mybreathing was heavy now and every blow brought me ever nearer to the point ofno return- I made a small groan almost subconsciously, and unexpectedly. I feel terrible. I am puking and peeing like crazy, and I feel like I am on my period. This sucks.” The look on the woman's face could have killed if it were lethal. “Who have you been with?” “What? No one, Mom.” “Have you been having sex?” She rolled her eyes. “What? Are you insane?” “Stay here. I am going to call the doctor. Your brother can take you.” Katie sat on the toilet as her mother stormed out of her bathroom. In her mind, she knew what was happening. Her mother's questioning had. She pushes with her legs to break free and I slide more off the mattress, and suddenly my head hits the ground fairly hard. "Oh god! Ow!" I shout, and my butt slides off the mattress. "That's what you deserve you bully!" She says, half laughing, half serious. I'm laying there with my calves still on the bed, my back curled and my head on the floor. I try to do a sort of reverse summersault to smoothly get off the bed with my girlfriend watching. I get my legs over my head before I feel my feet. However, she didn't want to appear to be some kind of slut, so she fended off his advances once he'd gotten a bit of a feel.She also liked the fact that she had a white boyfriend. Although she'd been accused of "thinking she was white" by black girls at the school, Myrna attributed it to jealousy on their part. To her, a white boy had chosen her and not them and that made her special.It was a day in the spring when Myrna brought Dylan home with her after school. Her mother was going to be.