I knew what I was about to get into. When I got to the park we quickly undressed again and went walking in the dark, we came across a small bridge in ...he park, I stopped there and stood on the rail shaking my ass… “That’s where you want it?” he asked, I honestly was not thinking of that but it kind of sounded good at that moment “uh… yea” I replied, I didn’t realize that he was already hard and ready. He grabbed a condom out of his shorts, put it on and got a hold of my hips, I swore I saw him. His lips brush against my long neck as his fingers undo each button on my shirt. At that moment I knew I wasn't going to be able to get out of this. It was impossible to, I realized. What he was making me feel was extraordinary. Something I hadn't quite felt with just any guy in a while. "My head hurts, Mr. Stones. I think I should get some r―" he cuts me off, apparently not caring at all how I feel. "Bullshit," he whispers, biting my earlobe. Exciting me more. Arousing me to. "What are you writing?"She didn't look up at her. She focused on her work. "Probably a free verse poem." Can I see it?" Friday asked."Fine but it's not finished." She handed over her black journal with a white cross on the front to Friday. She had only a few lines down.Everyone is different, not everyone believes the sameBut that doesn't mean we have to be enemies"That's really good," Friday said after she finished reading it. "What will it be about?" Probably about friendship or something.". Miguel and Hector wrapped the strap ends of their belt around their fists. They pulled tight as the bitch struggled to breathe.Jenna’s face was red from the strangulation and her neck already reddened from the belts.Hector pulled her one way with his belt and the Miguel the other way.As Jenna was ready to pass out they let loose the belt. Jena gasped for air, her body heaved as she regained her breath. SMAAAACK. Hector wacked the bitch across the head with the strap end of the belt. “You.