“So, are you all right then? Try to stand up.” Tabitha said and then stood up herself. Oddly, as she did, Lucas could swear the pressure at his gr...in was suddenly gone, but his brain was swirling with so many strange occurrences that he didn’t think anything of it.Instead he simply did as instructed and tried to stand. It worked, and he felt a little sore but otherwise unbothered. It was then that he noticed what else Tabitha was wearing which happened to be the only other thing she was. I know you grew close to her, but please, understand, she has a job to do, just like I have. Don't get too close to the fire Thomas. It's fine to warm your hands by it, but if you stick them in, you'll get burnt."She paused to look at me. I could see genuine concern in her face, but I also really considered it to be None. Of. Her. Business. Whatever Megan was to me, it was to me, not her."Megan had to return to Boston. Well, she chose to return to Boston, actually. No one forced her. There's. I could feel a lot of moisture through the pain in my vagina. I knew my father hadn't ejaculated, since he was still pounding me. I was repulsed, not turned on, so I knew it wasn't the moisture I had been told a woman normally makes during sex. It had to be my blood. My virgin blood was lubricating my vagina, aiding my impossibly strong, lust-crazed, sick father in his incestuous rape of me on the night of my eighteenth birthday. All the insults, all the beatings I had suffered growing up. In three or four years, this girl was going to be a knockout. But now she was just a 16- or 17-year-old girl trying her hardest to look 25. The others were clustered around in a group, checking their phones and texting pictures to one another. They had been content to keep actual contact to a bare minimum. They had put a hand on my shoulder or I had put my hand on theirs. There was almost always at least six inches of space between me and the girls. It was in deference to their ages, as well as.