She laid the chair back so that Stephanie's head was over the sink and proceeded to wash and shampoo Stephanie's hair. The shampoo smelled of roses an... lilacs. Stephanie could feel the tingling up and down her spine as Janice's hands massaged her scalp.It was nearly six when Stephanie returned to the front of the shop. She reached into her purse for the credit card, but the receptionist said that Mr. Davis had paid. "And left a very generous tip for Janice, as well," she added. "And I can see. Go figure. In spite of Dad’s attitude toward the Church he later became a lay leader. The past fall semester was one in which I finally got good grades in my Catholic high school. Until then, I had been what they call “a serious underachiever.” The previous year there was only one subject in which I got a decent grade and that was in Spanish. It was only a C+ but it at least it was not a D or and F. I was driving my dad and stepmother, who I call “Mom,” nuts with a tested above average I.Q. and. His lips seared my skin and his teeth sank into my shoulders. I soon felt his hand slip off of my mouth and grab my tits, harshly squeezing them. Then I let a moan slip from my lips in between my sobbing cries almost silent in the background of his huffing. He whispered into my ear as he stabbed me even more violently:"You like it, bitch? You have been aching for my hard dick…”Then I let out a cry, almost as if in agony, but my hips kept pushing against his and the clasping of my thighs around. I could tell she was nervous. “Are you nervous?” I asked. “I would be lying if I said ‘no’,” she replied. “Well, that would make two of us,” I said. “Whatever you do,” she replied, looking down at the floor, pausing. “Don’t take your shirt off.” I stepped forward and gently put my hand on her left shoulder. I pulled her in close to me. “You are just as beautiful now, “I whispered. “Just as beautiful as you were in that tent at Fort Knox.” She didn’t say anything, but slipped her hands around my.