“Theek hai le maine nikaal diya.” He said. He started removing his lund slowly from my choot till only the head was left in then he rammed it back...inside in full force. I screamed again, but he started slapping me, pushing it in and out in full force like an animal. He forced me to watch what he was doing to my choot, pushing it in and tearing into my young meat. I could see the blood running sown my thighs and on the bed-sheet. Suddenly he pulled my legs out from under my arms and pulled them. "Please take off your shoes dear." Sister Anya told me.A chill ran up my spine as I stepped out of my shoes and onto the cold flagstone floor. The dress came off almost faster than I could kick off my shoes. I was shocked. I was standing in my underwear in front of five other people. I had never been less than fully dressed in front of anybody but my mother in my entire life. The steam quickly soaked my bra and panties, leaving them clinging to me uncomfortably. When the acolytes removed them. Below, the objects of his attention: daughter - Katie - and her two friends - Jessica and Emily - waded and talked about college, in the shallow end of the backyard pool. Russel's eyes slipped from his daughter's bronze skin and blonde locks and skipped right over Jessica's blotched and pudgy body where the war between childhood and puberty still raged on in the form battling hormones and acne. There! His eyes fixed on the third and only remaining girl. Emily! Emily, whom Russell first met at. ” I pointed at an immaculate blue 1940 Ford convertible.Two thousand was a year’s salary, back then. But, the guy’s eyes lit up like he thought he was stealing the cruiser.We rode down to the Fall Creek Bank. The owner spent the whole time playing with the shotguns racked in the front seat. I said irritably, “If you blow a hole in the roof, you’ve bought it anyhow.”He said, “What’s that?” He was pointing at the laptop between us.I said, “It’s an experimental radio that the government uses to.