He wondered what his mom thought about her son coming home with pairafter pair of girl's underwear. Like the other students, she hadn'tsaid anything, ...ot even when he put them in the laundry hamper. But hethought he'd caught her looking at him speculatively a couple of times. Lord only knows what was going through her head.He never stood to pee anymore. He barely even thought about it, either.The prankster was getting more blatant in his attacks. Jim's usualdeodorant was replaced with something. You know how it is, you get woken up abruptly after a short nap and it takes a minute for you to take in your surroundings.Mr. Perkins is calling my name. I jerk my head up and he says “Miss Galliard, are you okay?”No, but I don’t have to think about school for two days! I reply, “I’m fine, I just had a headache. Probably my period coming up.”He nods his head as if to sympathize (or empathize, I can never remember which is which) like he knows what it feels like to have your insides twist and. I was surprised but happy to see him, running upto him immediately.Where I was usually met with a kiss, my eyes already closed and waiting, I felt his hand meetmy cheek, a loud smack filling the air as a burst of stinging pain radiated through me. Startled, Ifelt the immediate, confused tears in my eyes. Looking to him, there wasn't a smile or a smirk tobe found. He looked serious."Have I done--," I started to ask but was cut off by Daddy's hands grasping my throat as hepinned me to the. I could not hold back…my eyes closed to the vision within myself…my breathing out of control…a moan stretched into my consciousness but seemingly from afar…then I peaked…my legs turning to rubber, my hand in my crotch getting doused from my unfettered orgasm…the nipple in my other hand dilating.Son of a BITCH…did I have an orgasm. I could not restrain the scream that welled up deep within me and vomited from my throat.In the first second of consciousness, I was able to recognize that both Sara.