Oh, how I suffered. But with each passing day, instead of getting depressed, I was getting happier. It was no more then a week out from yearbooks when...Sara finally caught on that I was happy. I knew she wouldn't let that slide. When she stopped me in the hall, I was prepared. "Why the hell are you so happy, you damn pervert?" "Oh, that's an easy one: Soon I will never have to see your face again,” I shot back. She leered at me, the cogs turning in her twisted little mind. She was like a vulture. -Maj. McKiernan" in medium-sized letters. He nodded respectfully to daddy and helped us get our bags in the trunk of the car. A manila folder was sitting on the back seat with daddy's name on it and he read through the orders while the driver drove us to Ft. Belvoir."It is going to take them at least a month, pumpkin. It looks like you get to start school here this year after all."Sixth grade was hard. Hard, but in a good way. I wasn't bored and I wasn't doing so well that the bigger kids were. His tongue explores my body, his hands rubbing and caressing across my flesh, my hot body. He holds me tight as he forces his tongue across my wet crotch. He rips the little knickers I have on off, holding me there, forcing his fingers deep inside me. As he is exploring and teasing my body, I rock onto his fingers. I am so aroused my pulse is beating harder. He has me moaning beneath the scarf, as he feels me now buck on his fingers. I want them deeper, harder; I want them to fill me. He. I walked to where it was parked. The trucker was sitting with the window rolled down, smoking a cigarette. I smiled at him and he smiled back. "Lookin' for company, sweetie?" I asked him.He looked at me. "How much?" he askedI smiled and ran my tongue over my lips. "It depends on what you want," I answered."Ok," he said. "How much for a blowjob?" Forty," I said, adding, "a hundred for everything, but no more than a half hour." Get in," he said, nodding toward the passenger door. He opened the.