.” I trailed off and words wouldn’t come. I could only make this wounded, keening noise that sounded more and more urgent. I looked at the gun in ...y hand and the phone in the other.“ADAM! NO!” she screamed. “I swear, I’ll never so much as talk to him again so long as I live. Don’t do this! I NEED YOU! Don’t you die on me! Adam, talk to me!”I slid down the side of the safe and pressed the back of my head against it before turning my gun and staring at the barrel. I knew this was the decision to. Tanya felt the guy blow his hot warm baby juice up into her. He pumped furiously as he released his seed and pulled on her hair so hard from the excitement of cuming that he ripped out a small handful. Tanya cried out in pain. She felt his cum mixed with her juices drip down the inside of her legs. She was flipped around roughly. She could not see a thing that would help her identify these guys. Only dark black shadows. A bright alley light shone towards her blinding her from seeing anything.. Or that I'd been born gay. Nah, I'm straight. No pussy forme, thanks. But sometimes I think it'd be easier.It's just... things have changed so much. You just can't go out alone atnight. You just can't. Sure, I'm in favor of Proposition 20. Rape shouldalways have had the death penalty. But I don't think things'll getbetter, even if it passes. To some assholes, it's worth it.And clothes... fashion's so, like, polarized now. If you don't wantpeople thinking you're a dyke, you gotta dress like June. It is Maa, his slave.Maa is not your typical slave. He has yellow skin and his eyes are slanted. When he is drinking or praying to his gods, he speaks a language that no one else understands. Maa is old and my be dead now, but he is my only hope.I remember one night years ago, Torkak and I were sitting around a fire and he was talking about Maa and his already long life. Torkak told me that Maa was his friend and not his slave. That Maa could go and come as he pleased because he practiced.