Im outside, I text him, sitting on his porch. I wait outside, running my fingers through my choppy black hair. I look at my scuffed black Converse hig...-tops, and wonder about life. The door opens, and I turn around. I just…I dont think Im safe alone, I whisper to him, sniffling. He nods, and opens the door wider to let me in. Its okay, Sissy, I dont mind, Adam replies, and I follow him into his room. It isnt what I imagined when writing my previous story, but some of my descriptions are still. Tuesday at 9-”“Six o’clock, I need to ... be back home on time for curfew.”He chuckled again, “I look forward to it.” I hung up the phone. That should leave a good record for the police. I powered off my phone.Next up, I had to write a letter. Time was speeding by fast, but the next conversation had to be in person. I left the house and got on the bus to head to the trailer park. I had plenty of time waiting for the bus to write the letter. I sealed it before the bus got me there. This was the. A flash of lightning silhouetted Janet throwing her soaking wet hair back. Ulysses laid her on the ground, flipping her over, entering her from behind. She grasped at more wet grass. Ulysses grabbed her by the neck, pulling her back, continuing to thrust into her. Another flash of lightning, Ulysses was holding her by her wrists, pumping his hips away, crashing into her butt just like the crashing of thunder above them. Janet was climaxing once more. Her body tensed up, her pussy convulsed, and. "There isn't. You brokered yourself and the asshole a war," I said. She was about to cry or spit or something. At any rate, she stood, turned, picked up her coat and bag, and left.Her naked legs stuck straight up into the air while she pressed hard against the broad shoulders of her lover.Henry Harris, six three, two-thirty, age thirty-eight, new car salesman and millionaire, hammered his brother's wife with everything he had."Ugh-ugh-ugh! She grunted as he pounded into her. His own breath was.