The simple truth of the matter was that not very many of the minor girls were particularly attractive. Sure they had their youth going for them but th... majority of them needed cosmetics desperately in order to be marginally acceptable for men to take an interest in them sexually.Of course, her reform school nickname was Blondie and she did her best to keep her hair brushed and clean as a matter of choice and not chance. Her cellmate Tamara helped with that chore by constantly brushing it when. The next morning, I knew Randy was going to be home for the day, so my goal was to get my run in and be gone before he noticed.Walking into the kitchen after getting ready, I knew luck was not with me today. Randy was making coffee and as I went to go by, he stood in my way.“Where the hell are you going?”“Well, I’m about to leave so I can make it to summer school on time.”“No, you’re not. You’ve got stuff to do before you can leave.”“Excuse me?”“You need to get out there and clean up the dog. ... ********************************************************************************************************************He was furious. “You have not born my son a child, you are not even pregnant! You're either barren, or you have somehow convinced him to fool me into thinking he has taken you! We'll find out which sin you are guilty of!” He slapped her hard across the face. “And to make matters worse, you would try to escape from me, and have pulled my son into your whore's schemes!” She. She staggers to the horses, clutching her stomach when suddenly she trips and falls headfirst into a stall, wedging herself between the wooden fence on one side of the stall.The motion makes her vomit as alcohol poisoning takes its toll on the nineteen-year-old girl. Eventually, she passes out, draped over the fence like a blonde rag doll.Inside the stall is an old white stallion named Duke who stood passively chewing hay as Gemma fell through his stall. Tonight is his night off, and as the.