I slipped my hands under his shirt, wanting, needing to feel his skin. “Fair’s fair,” he said and before I knew it he had pulled my shirt off o...er my head. “Oh damn!” This was uttered in a tone of reverence as he took in the sight of me in my blue jeans and lace bra. My dark brown hair had come out of its ponytail at some point and was spilling over my shoulders. In that moment I felt so beautiful and sexy that it didn’t even occur to me to be self conscious. He leaned in and began to kiss. Her skirt has ridden up showing off her stocking tops and myfingers rake her thighs. I now remember now how I love the feel of herstocking-clad legs. Her heavily made up face is a picture ofconcentration as she pulls my belt free of the loops and unzips my fly."Come on honey; fuck me! Fuck me like you used to!" she sighs and kissesme again.I can feel her panty-clad mound against my erection and I hump her as shegrinds her crotch against mine. She isn't the woman I see in my dreamseach night. I love my apartment but what the hell is wrong with him?!’ ‘Well, for the time being you can always stay at my apartment across the street until things die down??’ ‘Yeah that sounds good to me.’ ‘Okay good.’ So Kaite helped me pack up my clothes and we went to her apartment complex but this you had to ring into wherever your apartment was at so I felt better about myself. ~Three Weeks Later~ I have not heard back at all from Ryan or for that matter no one has seen him at all. I was being a. He stayed on the phone with me until he walked in the door. I heard the sound of fighting down stairs. TreFual stopped me. "Kid, it's no good. You'll make it worse. Sit here with me. Your Dad will handle it."I sat on the bed. Mom had never hit me before last night. She spanked me when I was little but never hit me. Much less, thrown a glass at my head. I didn't know what to do. I cried. TreFual looked at me with disgust on his face."Kid, that's not helping the situation." What am I supposed to.