WHY THE HELL would I argue about whether or not Sara was safe? Why would I care?I walked into a kid, interrupting my thoughts, because he stopped in ...ront of me. "Woah dude I-" Shut the fuck up, pussy." he replied."Angry much?" I asked, nonchalantly. I tried to walk around, but he pushed me back."The FUCK did you just say?!" Did I stutter?" Do you know who I am?" He asked."Let me answer your question with another question: Do I give a crap?" I said.He reached back to punch me, but I saw. Get over it." You were never girly before," he repeated and closed the door just intime. My perfectly thrown nail polish bottle hit the door where his headwould have been. Good job it didn't burst, the Sergeant Major wouldn'thave liked that, but the metallic lilac shade I'd picked out inSuperdrug last Sunday would have added colour.Never girly before, I said to myself as I picked up the bottle andplaced it with the others. I flopped down on the narrow bed, themattress still too hard - no money. Though he'd only been in the shop for alittle over an hour, he felt his will to continue slipping away at adramatic pace. What he'd prefer to be doing is sitting at home watchingthe boob tube, or curled up in his bed with a good book. What he hadinstead was a boring job at one of the town's numerous Antique shops.Though he'd graduated high school only the previous summer, he feltlike it had been years since last he trod the halls of Firefly ValleyHS. He really missed it, in a sad, dystopian. She sucked in her breath and shivered and pushed her hips down against my finger. I was still kissing her neck and fingering her when I noticed she was even wetter inside her pussy. I pulled my finger out and looked down and saw a coating of white sticky cum on my finger. I asked her "Mom, did Bill cum inside you?" No answer. I asked again. Again she whispered "yes". Even at that young age I had seen a good amount of porn and especially liked cream pies and had a pretty good fantasy life.