”He grabbed Maria’s nipples between thumb and forefinger and jerked them up, forcing Maria onto tiptoe to relieve the strain. It looked like he ha... stretched each nipple out an inch as her areolas took on a conical shape.Then he pulled them directly towards himself. “We’ll see how far we can get these tits to push out. No need for push up bras,” he chuckled. “We have push up ropes, hey. But first...”He turned to his workbench and picked up what looked like two long flat boards about an inch. "I was weak and—" Weak!" he roared. "You were her fucking whore! Now I know why you refused to date all those boys! You fucking lesbian! Do you know how much shame you have brought on your family?" I..."Father just kept on yelling, not letting me get a word in. "If we were back in Lebanon, I would slit your whorish throat!"An honor killing. I swallowed, fear gripping my heart. Why, oh why did I have to live? I should be dead. The family's honor would have been upheld and my shame atoned."You. Outside of those circles were everything he couldn’t control. The trick was in placing everything into the proper circle.He had been a mess when he’d first met Mr. Alvarez. Out of control. Petulant. Raging at everything and everyone in the world around him. The man had been kind to him, a kindness that far exceeded teaching him Krav Maga.The man had been patient. He’d let the boy rage and scream providing a method to vent his frustrations but also teaching him to re-direct those frustrations. She had recently turned 17 and was getting ready for summer vacation, and was excited about the prospect.Damned if the girl didn't look good, too! Standing about 5'3" with short, wavy brown hair, big brown eyes and a big dimpled smile, she was wearing a pale yellow halter-style sundress that came barely to her knees and left a big expanse of her nicely tanned back bare. Not what you'd call slender, but a long way from chubby, she was nicely curved in the right places. Her smallish, obviously.