She needs him to think she doesn’t want to be fucked but that she’s letting him as a favour for Jon. She will collect his gratitude over the comin... weeks and knows the more reluctant he thinks she is the more grateful he will be. Meanwhile the stranger pushes her head down until it rests on the hard cold surface of the desk and lifts her skirt up. She feels his rough hands grip her buttocks as he pulls them apart. 'Dirty fucking bitch is wet' he tells Jon over her back. It’s hardly surprising. Maggie tried to play it cool, but she seemed a little worried. I promised her that Christina was even more annoying than she was and flashed her a smile. She seemed relieved, but outside of making sure I saw her breasts, I didn't really care. Christina came in wearing a dark red dress with slightly torn stockings and smeared make up. She looked miserable, which made her vulnerable. "Hi," she meekly managed. I sighed. It was all I could manage. "I'm sorry. I just had a really bad night. Sara and. After lunch that day, Danny was giving me shit in the concourse area where we all waited until it was time to go back to class. I had enough and shoved him. He shoved me back and then we started fighting. It got broken up pretty quickly, but he bloodied my lip in the process.We got dragged to the office and were suspended for fighting. My mom had to come pick me up and take me home.Later on that day, Mandy came to the door and told me how sorry she was for everything. She told me that Danny had. Mrs Lorris, his homeroomteacher. The old geezer who mopped out the hallway back in gradeschool, the one who used to call him 'Rosebud' under his breath. Jesus,his own parents on occasion, when his effeminate ways embarrassed themin public. How could he explain that to her, make her see what an ugly,pointless waste his existence had become?She already knows.The thought flashed across his mind like summer lightning: she knew.She'd always known. She'd known from the morning he'd stepped acrossThe.