One of us would seriously hurt the other in the not too distant future unless something was settled.The word 'divorce' rang loudly through the air as ...he violence subsided. Both sides yelled it loudly and frequently over the next week.And then one day I came home from work and found myself alone in the house. Only my clothes and toiletries remained. No note was left. No explanation.Of course no explanation was needed. The marriage had been over for months by the time I came home to an empty. Or should I fight, hang ontoJim, to myself, as hard as possible, and know that I'm being raped,violated, taken, filled with some disgusting penis belonging to a sweatyman who is wired to fuck.Fight back or give in?Giving in would probably be best, the easiest, the most pain-free. But Idon't want to. And I have nothing to lose. I'm going to fight. I amgoing to push back. If agents come in and shock me, so be it. I gotshocked a lot in the Breeder Academy. I was a slob, bad at makeup,clumsy when. .. no," she answered with a soft moan, feeling her sister lightly rubbing her covered pussy.Karen snickered. "Why not, you just watched him put his dick in my pussy. Plus it looks like someone is already wet and excited," she said with a moan, pushing her middle finger into Carrie's slit.Carrie uneasily shrugged her shoulders. "I... I heard it hurts when a guy puts it inside of you," she replied softly, and pushing her hips into Karen's hand. "Who told you that?" Karen asked, looking at Carrie. She sat down at her table and waited for everyone to start working on their projects. She had a big block of clay infront of her that she poked and prodded from time to time hoping it would give the illusion that she was hard at work. After five excruciating minutes the chatter in the class quieted down and it looked as though her classmates were busy doing work of some sort. Bree reached into her bag and undid the wrapping paper as quietly as she could. There were three pieces of lined paper.