Shellie stiffened and let out a scream of real pain. I just shoved them in harder and twisted them around as I stated my demands to her.She tried to t...ll me that her outfits were already as short as she dared to wear them, that she hated anal sex and that she wasn’t going to give me any, and as far as letting her fifteen-year-old son fuck her that was out of the question.I shoved a third finger up her ass.Then when I told her that I was going to tell the wives of her boyfriends what she had. The pub was surprisingly full. Tourist trade, I thought, as we looked round for somewhere to sit. We found two good seats in an alcove in a side room. We sat down and looked at each other."How do you feel?" was his opener."Surprisingly good, actually. When it all happened on Fateful Friday, I was just consumed in the pain of anger, of personal hurt, of revenge, of despair, of... Oh I don't know, just so much. I couldn't read, I couldn't think straight, I couldn't eat. But it is surprising how. Getting dressed here." I heard. Buzz me in. I'll wait." Um, sure." Cheri activated the door unlock. She muted her specs. "Tesla!Has Dad seen the inside of the apartment?" No!" I just let him in." Fuck." Tesla appeared in Cheri's doorway. She looked perfect, damn her.Hair was perfect. Jeans and a sweater. Earrings.Cheri was still holding her underthings and a toothbrush.She heard Dad's voice. "I heard that. If you have boys to hide I'd liketo meet them instead."The lights came on in the front. “All the boys wanted to kiss me then, I was quite a catch,” she said, “Not like now, back then they fought over me, bare knuckles in the Red Lion car park, Tom Bradbury and Phil Thompson, Phil knocked Tom’s tooth out and got himself arrested and Tom went home and Mike Grimshaw took me home in his Mini Van and we stopped in Handley woods.”“Really?” In sighed.“There’s no room in a Mini van, he had his builders tools in the back,” she explained.“No I suppose not,” I agreed.“And it was raining,”.