This is what I came up with… Print this out, have a nice hot bath, light some candles turn out the lights and read this in bed (this is going to be ...un). (Okay, this is where the pretend fantasy part starts, start imagining now) It’s a hot summer evening, it’s twilight you can see the last fading traces of light on the horizon from the window beside your bed. It’s getting late, ‘where is he?’ You wonder as you take off your shirt and bra opting for a lacy cool tank top and your favorite bed. When you want to get arrested. I will cuff you and take you down to the police station, just say the word. Are you ready to get arrested right now?" His left hand squeezed my inner thigh with more pressure and his right hand squeezed my breast with a firmer grip. I started crying more vocally. He asked again impatiently, "do you fucking want to get arrested!? Answer the damn question?!" "No..oo...oo, " I managed to let out between breaths while crying more loudly now. "No What?!" he yelled,. As my breathing subsides, I glance at my watch. I got lost in the time didn't I! You will be home soon and I need to put food on the table. After all, you will need your strength for the evening I have planned. Sated, for now, I pull my dress back up over my breasts and down to cover myself back up. I briefly hope that no one saw my afternoon delight but I know really I don't care if they did. After preparing your favourite meal, I hop in the shower, the hot water cascading over my body, I. Willie had, so far, proved to be a glaring exception to that rule. The Heap was the chief, some would say only, evidence the sermons of his elders had not been totally in vain. Willie had it from a good authority, his mother, that its presence was all that kept his allowance checks rolling in. Now he guided The Heap in an unusual direction, toward that natural habitat of Ms Edwina Toupes, the school library. Etta had just reached the library steps when Willie once again staged an entrance into.