The order taken she sat, asking about school, Time passed slowly, he did his homework, all of it meant to be done throughout the whole week, to his jo..., working steadily he managed to finish all of it. He now being free of homework till Thursday when he knew `Parks’, the energetic English master would add another great wodge that he would need to finish before his next session with the old misery on Tuesday. The toilet was a floor down, his aunt busy with incoming orders, he excused himself and. “Well, yeah, sort of.”She rose up to an indignant half sit, “What the hell do you mean 'sort of'? You fucked me eleven times in four days, how in hell could that be a 'sort of'?”“You kept count?”“Of course!” she looked me puzzled for a moment then conceded, “I guess you wouldn't, guys only remember getting the noodle wet, not how many times it got wet.” She snuffled a quick laugh, fell back to the chair and reminisced, “Four times we did it in the room right next to mom and dad, remember how. " Stay still!" I commanded. " Fuck you, John, let me goooo!" She yells, wriggling and straining against my grip. " Fuck me? No, fuck you, Bethany!" I said with a calm and purpose in my voice that surprised and frightened her. My grip on her took her energy away. I had her pinned down so tight, she can't move. The initial adrenalin rush subsided, and panting hard, she feels herself giving in. " John, let me go. I'll, I'll call the police," she threatened, her voice shaky. She feels her upper. Not anymore,” he quietly says, gently cupping the side of my face to stare into my jade green eyes. His silent admission stuns me. His ardent gaze burns into me as I fight my urge to run. “What are you thinking, Ellie? Please say something,” he breathes, brushing his nose against mine. As I look down at my dropped bag, my mind casts back to the years I’ve been friends with Jason. He was there whenever I ran away from my parents, we graduated together, we were best friends and nothing more. But.