Even when I complained to my mother, she ignored it. She told me that shedidn't have the time to bother with my constant bitching, and to stand upfor ...yself. Then she told me to stop pissing my sister off. Add to all ofthat, my sister was so mean and she was getting insufferable and arrogantwith her new found wealth and popularity.Her abuse had been getting worse and I was only fourteen. I didn't knowwhat to do. My dad told me to deal with it myself. He said, "You are ayoung man and if you cant. ? She didn't want to answer.? He squeezed harder, rocked his hips hardagainst her ass, she could feel the rough denim rubbing her skin.? ?I'm waiting? ?Be-because I want you to...? Sir??Oh God she did, she wanted to feel that big hand smacking her ass.? ?What kind of a girl does that make you Chloe??? His voice was low, right next to her ear,she could feel his warm breath on her. ?A n-n-nasty girl Sir.?? She felt like a nasty girl, a nasty little girl that let boysplay with her.? Her mind. " When will you get a chance? I'm itching to know what the project is." Well, Drew, we're in a sort of problem area. Apparently there's the possibility of transferring people around, from banking and investment teams. I'm not quite sure how that will work out. But don't worry, I'll have a word with Tim as soon as I can."I worked out for about another half hour. Then I went for a shower, in the locker room I met Tim, he was just sitting there, changed and ready to leave.He looked up at me, "What. You smell gross.” She went back to typing on the phone as Daniel shuffled to the side.“Is this like, some kinda Skill or something?” Don asked, watching with wide eyes.Alaina snorted. “Yeah, right. Rita, you could do this, couldn’t you?”The stocky brunette shook her head emphatically, her gaze riveted to the phone’s screen. “Nope, no way! That’s ... Wow, um ... Do you message a lot of girls like this?”The redhead blushed slightly. “No! Why would you even ask that? It’s just—”“Bruh, how you even.