Betty shook her head to clear it and concentrate on what was at hand. She started by starting the coffee. It had been pretty cool last night, so hot c...ffee would be most welcome. It took her two minutes or less to do that, the coffee would be ready very soon, so she reached over and took the flour canister and dipped some out to start biscuits. She put some on the breadboard, and the rest into a bowl, and added her other ingredients. Her head was still loopy and she almost forgot the salt. THAT. Charlie: I don’t think that’s a good idea. I just don’t want to keep hurting you.Really, I didn’t want to keep getting hurt. Most of it really was my fault. I wouldn’t find out until much later why I had such a hard time communicating my emotions to people.Sarah: Well could we at least talk? I miss my best friend…Charlie: You can always talk to me. I miss my best friend too…We exchanged a few more texts, each one making me feel guiltier than the next. I returned to the house an hour and a half. I nearly didn't recognize who she was, she had bleached her hair blonde. But I was surprised by the fact she was pushing a baby carriage, and that the slut was obviously pregnant again. From all the fucking she had been getting, I doubted if she even knew who the father was.As I continued to watch, two young black lads walked up to her. They obviously knew her because one of them started to kiss her, I was curious to see what would happen so I just watched. They stopped kissing and she started. Don’t get sentimental. He thought. Then what happened next was unexpected. He pushed himself at once, all together into her. No warning. No lovemaking. It was like her pussy had been pierced. It was on fire. She never knew sex was this hurtful. He gave a minute to her to settle. “Is it over?” Radha asked in a meek voice. “No babe, we are just getting started.” And he started pumping her with full force. It was painful at first. But slowly she started enjoying. She started moaning loudly. She.