The mark of a rebel was to ignore the uniform and wear jeans, and many of us boys did the same. We would smoke, chew gum, fight swear and generally ca...se havoc to annoy the teachers. It turned the girls on and they often liked to make us fight before we got to fuck them. The toughest boys got to fuck the dirtiest girls. They would also fight among themselves over the boys and that would guarantee they got screwed by the boys afterwards. Or during the fights.One afternoon while I was skipping. That’s how she wound up pregnant in a relationship that — if she had thought about it — would have ended as soon as it started. She found out she was pregnant about a month and a half into working at the buffet. At her second trimester, she had a miscarriage and discovered how fortunate she was. Wanda wasn’t the woman of Mike’s dreams. He had always wanted to become a parent. Wanda just needed to be a woman. When she was no longer with child, she was no longer with Mike. It’s said, ‘The best. While Cynthia feeds me my chocolate cake. I just open my mouth whenever I want some and she pops a piece in. I eat all of it. Yummy yum yum.Behind me I hear ribald laughter from the boys and a cacophony of yelps and screams from Gerald.I flip round and see why. Gerald is being held face down on the floor by four of the guys, Donny plus three others, and Dean is torturing him. The others are stood around watching. Someone's gone and boiled a kettle in the small kitchen area we have and Dean's. And there is my Daddy, waiting as I hurry outside. You buckle me in and we are on our way home. The excitement of it all makes me wet my panties a little.I look at you with a forlorn look on my face, tears running down, and whisper what has just happened. You smile lovingly at me and tell me it is okay, I will be in my diaper at home soon. But, perhaps I'd better wear boosters or pull-ups to help if I do have accidents. I smile through my tears at my kind Daddy. And wiggle in anticipation of.