She was still pretty young so she didn't look her age. And it didn't stop at her looks.She had an amazing personality. She would always help people, m...ke them smile.Even when my father had beaten her or me, she would do anything to make me smile, to make me laugh.But now, after what happened, she looked defeated.No smile, no happiness, only sadness and tears. I couldn't stand seeing her like that.I would do everything I could to make her happy again.I washed myself and got out of the shower.I. Mike was the only one happy. He had just bought himself a new i-pod and kept the ear phones plugged into his head almost all of the time. Even when he demanded that Cindy fuck him or give him a blow job he would cum to the sounds of Chris Brown, Taylor Swift and Miley Cyrus.She would suck or fuck him upon command, but without the enthusiasm and the energy that that she used to have when having sex before that Sunday morning. She refused to have sex with me or her brother even when Mike. It sent me over the edge and I had to grip the tree with my hands because the orgasm hit me so quickly my knees buckled.”“You came when he called you a good girl,” Shelby said in awe, “that is intense, Lisa, so intense.”“Before I stopped shaking,” said Lisa, “He had brought out his knife and started cutting my shirt off of me from the top down. Then he cut my pants off. Once he pulled my clothes away he spanked my bottom with his hand.”“He cut your clothes off too,” Shelby said in. Several months before the rape, the clan’s bowyers had completed four bows from the heartwood of an Orangewood tree and had been testing them. They wanted to make sure the bows held up as well as their regular bows. Two bows were made from the center heartwood and two from the outer heartwood. The durability of the four bows was even better than the usual elm wood bows, but the two made from the center heartwood had a much better range. They were also significantly harder to draw.The higher.