Leaving the curse on his lips unsaid, it was his fault for not fillingup, but he had expected this to be a one way trip. Remembering a smallgas statio... he'd passed on the way in, he slowly made his way there. Herelaxed a little when the sign advertising gas, cigarettes, and live baitcame into sight. The low concrete block building had its peeling whitepaint covered by sun faded posters hocking drinks, tobacco, and othersundries.Above the door hand painted in large letters was "Sarge's Gas and. Then everyone would know she is a slutty whore.”“I like that. Anyone got a marker?” Mandy asked, then added, “No, never mind. Can’t do that today because she has to see the doctor sometime this week. Can’t let him see it on her ass. He might tell mom. But, maybe someday.”I felt better that she didn’t want mom to know what I was now, but my ass was still out in the open. So, I continued to the bus stop where many others were waiting to go to school. I would normally go chat with my friends, but. She then straddled him, sitting on his thighs. All the squishy touch ofthe various layers of shiny material would have made him woozy in anotheroccasion, on top of the feel of the round buttocks he had dreamed about,but he just felt frightened at that very moment; he was very surprised atthe girl's strength, he squirmed as much as he could, and bucked andtried to kick, but he could not move. She then kept his wrists togetherwith one hand only, the scared teenager having already given up. He. . . . then, I started taking stock of the situation, and my feelings. Sharon wasn’t the prettiest girl around, but she was still kind of cute. Her figure was, well, just plain stacked, the girl had a nice set of tits on her! But, so do a lot of other girls around campus. If I actually wanted a girlfriend, I could find someone better looking than Sharon, without the drama, and without her thinking that I’m an asshole. She’s a sassy bitch, but she’s no dummy, she’s actually pretty smart. I.