I even called him going straight to voicemail each time. I whispered into the cell, into his voicemail. Whispering how sorry I am, please let me do ...t, please let me cum, would he like to watch? Masturbate for him?He never replied.I'm laying on my bed, in my work clothes, staring at my cell laying next to me. It doesn't ring, it doesn't tell me if a text comes in, nothing. I close my eyes and roll onto my back, one hand slowly slipping into my pants, wanting, needing, and desperate.I sigh. "T.J. had the good sense to look embarrassed, even as he held his hand up to his bent and swollen nose. His voice was muffled because of the swelling of his damaged nasal passages and the blood trickling down his throat. He glanced at Kayla, and then he made his big mistake. "I had to get it from somewhere, didn't I?"Kayla took two quick steps up to him, still being held in place by Jake, and slapped him hard. He howled from the pain. "How dare you," she hissed. "And to think I nearly..." Her. Emma, please. His eyes were pleading with me, begging me for approval. I didnt want anyone else, that was for sure. I thought of his lips against mine earlier tonight. I felt comfortable with him, and safe. I glanced at our intertwined fingers and felt the warmth that his hands brought to me. I remembered his hugs, his laugh, his smile. The sparkle in his eye when he looks at me. I loved seeing it there, and I loved causing it. He said he could fall in love with me. I think I could fall in. Walters again slammed his fist down and yelled, "WHAT?" For the first time in years, Cindy felt afraid. No one had ever talked to her with such authority. "Yes Sir, I understand" Cindy said. Mr. Walters grabbed Cindy by the wrist and led her to his desk. He sat in his chair just looking at Cindy. "We need to communicate, and I feel this is the only thing you understand." Still holding her , he grabbed the buttons at the top of the skirt and pulled down sharply ripping the zipper allowing the.