I begged her to hurry. Her handlightly tickled my painful balls and I cooperated to the max,holding my mouth open like I was hungry for the lipstick,...turningmy head this way and that so she could powder my cheeks and chinto her satisfaction. "God, you're a sexy whore, Sheila! Now do exactly as I say. First, lift your skirt out of the way. Now scratch the length ofyour clit with those nasty red fingernails!" The sc**** of my long nails through the silk almost made meshoot off right. Bob had not started out life thinking that existing was suffering, but the last few years had cured him rapidly of any delusions he might have had that there might actually be some purpose to life other than to cause him pain. It had all started with Marsha. Damn her.The two of them had met in a physics class they had both been taking at the local university. It had been lust at first sight, and that lust had been satisfied in short order. Unfortunately, neither of them had much experience with. How dare you! Its&hellip,lewd! Its obscene! Take it off! No, Tim said, and sat down. His cheeks were flushed but his deep brown eyes were determined. I like it. Its funny, and itll make an impression. He looked at Cassie, eyes asking for help. His older sister still seemed floored, and he took a big bite of his cereal and tried hard not to look at his mother. Plenty of kids have worse shirts, He told her, and it was true. Just the other day he had seen a girl walking down the street with a. And his mother was too busy flipping burgers on the grill to notice anything. So there we were, on the deck, eyes locked on each others. I was too afraid to move and I searched Chad’s face for any signs of aggression or disgust. A twitch, a shutter, or a smile. His face was expressionless. I thought to myself that nothing good could come of this. I knew for sure now that he had caught me this time. There was no escaping that fact anymore. The only question now was; ‘what’s he going to.