“Ok, you like it hard an’ rough, huh? You little bitch, I’ll fuck you good,” the manager said, getting a better grip on Jessica’s hips and s...reading his feet.“Yeah, that’s what I want. I need to be taught a lesson about stealing. Punish my teenage shithole with that big dick, fuck me a lesson,” Jessica said, then before he could start fucking her, she looked up at me, “And you, grab my hair and fuck my face. You know I don’t have a gag reflex and I like to have my mouth fucked. I’ll call one of. ”I knew surely that it couldn’t be, but it looked like she’s only wearing a very thin robe.I turned and walked back to the sidewalk in front of her house, then made my way to her porch.I was standing at the bottom of her porch steps when she opened her front door. She really is wearing a thin robe, and she’s still behind the screen door.“Jack, please come upon the porch so we can talk. I’m not dressed properly to be seen on the porch ... I wanted you to know, I heard about your accident.”There. Then it was an hour later, and goodbyes tendered, my ex-wife and I were on the road.“So you and your dad, you’ve moved in with him for now?” she said. I’d been looking out the car’s window. Now I looked over at her.“Yes,” I said.“Sam, I know you don’t want to hear it, but anything you or he need...” she said.“I’ve got it covered,” I said.“Okay,” she said. But I could tell she was a tiny bit miffed by my refusal to take anything I absolutely didn’t need to take from her or her husband. But, that. I will expect you to be at my door without a stitch of male clothing. Iwant you in high heels and a mini-skirt. In fact, go get yourself adress at the Metro. I know a sales lady there who can help you out. Hername is Missy. You will wear the dress Missy sells you to my house. Infact, you will leave the Metro straight for my place leaving your ickyboy stuff at the store. My address is 123 Faux Mountain road. The houseis at the end of a long driveway. Be at the Metro at 11AM Saturday,.