." You better take your hands aways from your clit, girl," he told me. Ishivered and get both hands to the phone. How could he know? "And youstill owe...me a name, babe. I told you I can't call you Charly anymore. Itis not the girly name I want. And I won't choose it for you," he remindedme. I had indeed thought about some names, but Strauss was playing in thebackground and I just told him to call me "Salome," like this opera Iloved."Well, then. Nice to meet you Salome. Now get your hands busy. I looked at him and said “Excuse me” and went to step by and he blocked me. I tried to go around a second time and he blocked me again and stepped forward. I backed up and had my back against a locker. He leaned in and said “Let me help you to class.” and put a hand on my shoulder.I told him “I don't want your help. Get your hand off of me now.” Jake laughed and said “Everyone needs a helping hand now and then.”He disgusted me and was looming over me. I looked around and saw that while people. To talk to Jane to see what she needed to do now. Now they were not in danger any more but they were homeless. Jane told them they would probably have to go to a Red Cross shelter until they could find housing and they no longer qualified for domestic abuse shelter. Great one more worry, no home no clothes no friends and soon on the street. Well they would eat a meal and then figure out what to do. Marie fixed a lunch, soup and sandwich.Elizabeth had to go to work and found Marie and the girls. By now we figured he would be in such a state that he would be okay with anything. Mom would call me over to join them and go from there. With the personal information Mom knew about him I figured that even on the off chance that he wasn't interested, he would still be quiet and discrete. After last weeks' gangbang, Mom was pretty sure he would be up for anything and she was looking forward to me sharing her. I was already going out of my mind in anticipation. The plans got us both horned.