Hughes away from thecrowd. "Then I feel like a crossdresser."Ms. Hughes whispered back. "You know I'm a little worried about whatyour mom is going to ...ay about Charlotte."Now Charlie looked worried, "Do we have to tell her?" Well, I hadn't intended to, but I'm starting to think it might be agood idea. I'm not trying to worry you, though I know I must be. Iwon't tell her if you ask me not to, but it's just if you were mychild, I'd want to know. And with everything that's happened, I thinkshe's. “Pardon me, Sir, I’m Rebecca Smith from CNN. What’s your name?”“Morris Feinberg,” he replied.“Sir, may I ask how long have you been coming to the Western Wall and praying?”“For about sixty years.”“Sixty years! That’s amazing! What do you pray for?”“I pray for peace between the Christians, Jews and the Muslims.“I pray for all the wars and all the hatred to stop.“I pray for all our children to grow up safely as responsible adults, to respect their parents and to love their fellow man.“I pray that. So, to ignore her, I put on my earphones. But I made sure tolook down and look at her cleavage. It was looking so hot and I was alreadyhard and erect inside my pants. As the bus started getting more crowded, mybulge got crushed against the sexy college girl’s belly. That was awkward andsomehow, I turned myself and did not look at her cleavage after that. After 30minutes of the ride, Cumonmesus again rubbed her big boobs on my back and gotoff the bus. I was feeling kind of happy that she lives. That man knew my house…To the second door to the right; he pulled me into my bedroom.....He threw me to the bed, holding my face into the pillow until I stopped struggling. He let me up enough to breathe again and I waited to see if I had an escape.I could not go anywhere; I knew it. I wanted to move, but my body would not listen. When he locked the door, I knew I was stuck. He came to me and laid his body full on mine.The pressure was almost unbearable.He did not say a word. It made me.