He said to me, ‘Are you gonna jump or not?’ I said, ‘No sir, I’m too scared.’ So, the Jump Master pulled down his zipper and took out his Jo...nson. I swear, Mom, it was about ten inches long and big around as a baseball bat! He said, ‘Either you jump out that door or I’m sticking this bad boy right up your ass.’”“So, did you jump?” asked her mother.“A little at first.”Today is my baby girl’s 18th birthday. I be so glad that this be my last child support payment! Month after month, year after. She whimpered as his fingers moved deeper, rougher.She wanted everything. She arched against his touch as his fingertips drew out a high-pitched whine from her throat. He chuckled and gripped her leg tighter, making sure she was spread wide and at least partially restrained—he was going to enjoy playing with her, pushing her past her acknowledged limits. His voice was a low growl, the sound rumbling through her, causing her to tremble, “Let it go…” She whimpered again, her voice wavering as she. It was on a visit from one of these political glee concerts when he saw her, dressed in the prim, brown uniform of the Militsya. He would pause from his boring work and smile at her, hoping he'd catch her eye. Eventually, she did, and each day, when the concert group arrived promptly at two, they played each other with their eyes, careful the others didn't spot the interaction."Onward, heroic workers of new Russia. Build our Revolution, for the people stand with you!" What's that song?" Irina. If she had her hands on this fine man, she would fight to the death to ever lose Steven. Steven was her best friend and she loved him so very much. He broke her heart at the age of 17teen, telling her he was gay. They were best friends for a long time and she always had this crazy idea, he would turn around and he realized that they belong together. She saved herself for him until he told her that he like men too. She knew then she had no chance with Steven. But she was happy that no girl was.