I can't forgive him that, I never will. And I want to know that he has gone out of my life for ever, and seeing him go will be far better than just he...ring about it second hand. But more than that, I would like to see him totally vanquished. It may not be a very nice side of my character, but I'd admit I would quite enjoy seeing him crawl out of my office tomorrow evening, beaten and in tears."I watched her, she didn't like that bit. She didn't want to see Peter beaten and in tears.But before. Skidding to a halt and with my heart in my heart, I could only stare at the man sitting at my table.“Who... who are you?” I asked, timidly, “How did you get in here?”He just looked at me. Scared to go further, and unable to go back, I stood there in a deadlock. The man studied me, so I decided to study him. I would need details for the police when I called them.My eyes roamed over him. He was attractive for a possible serial killer. I could get the overall picture of him, but every time I tried. My high school was all white, because we were from such a small traditional town. The starting point guard is a nice white girl named Diana. Straight brown hair, blue eyes, firm breasts. She's only 5-7, but she's fast, and plays really well! The only other freshman on the team is also white. She's a fiery redhead with the personality to match. She looks like Lindsay Lohan before she went blonde. Some of the black girls are really beautiful too, though. Especially Marissa, the forward. Her skin. They have come. I am worthy. I will be their entertainment. Their eyes will consume my body, shaking before them, bathed, glistening and quivering in orgasmic pleasure as they find each other in the darkness, as mouths swallow throbbing cocks, as fingers flick their way across swollen clitoral nubs, as nipples are sucked, pussys licked, and as phalluses are buried between soaking wet labia all eyes will be on me.A hush descends, the air weighted with expectation, the only sound the tiny panting.