"Maybe she forgot to wear them and the artist is saving her from embarrassment," I responded. "Or maybe she forgot to shave," Dani commented as she gl...nced at her lap.We start laughing and her dad gave us both dirty looks and we kept our comments to ourselves. Her dad was called to the phone and left the table just as Dani and I were finishing up our reading. As she placed her finished Superman comic in the centre of the table she gave a laugh."What's so funny? I questioned.She pointed to the. Through the not quite completely closed curtain Brad and I watched two women secured to a sturdy bench in a sixty-nine. They were eating each other's pussies while two men were fucking them. I couldn't see the women's faces. I wasn't even able to determine if they were part of our group. But whoever they are they're enjoying the hell out it.I could have stood there watching for much longer. It was fascinating. But Brad tapped me and pointed out that our selections are being led down the. We returned to school for eleventh grade. MP showed her legal papers to the principal, informing him that under no circumstances was any information about her to be given to her father. Dad's attorney sent a follow-up letter to reinforce the family court order. The following summer we wed shortly after MP turned seventeen.MP was raised in an Irish Catholic family so a church wedding was important to her. It was a small ceremony—Ted and Josh were ushers; Dad walked MP down the aisle. Her mother. I paused again. My hand was beginning to sting and burn too. I wiped my fingers on the fabric of my miniskirt for a moment before reaching over to the kitchen table and taking an old wooden hairbrush out of my purse.Elizabeth raised herself up on her fingertips, twisting backward to see what I was doing. Her eyes widened as I raised the brush over my head. Crack… “Ow!” she yelped, biting down on her lower lip. Crack…Whack… Snap… Slap…”Oh, God!” she whispered, burying her face under the chair..