"I'm not your whore, I am your mother! You can't treat me this way! I won't stand for it! A who;e lot of Blah, Blah, Blah, all with caps and exclamati...n points. I let her run down and then punched her in the stomach, hard. While she was trying to get her breath I had her over my knee and my belt off and doubled up. I whipped her until there were real welts, some with a few drops of blood!"You got anything more to complain about?"No, no more, I'm sorry, I spoke out of turn." OK. Mother of mine,. Again, I turned around for him. I was standing in my bra, pantyhose, and panties. I had kicked my shoes off with my skirt.“Pantyhose. You had pantyhose on last Wednesday, too.” I nodded. It was all I wore. “That won’t do, Patty. Pantyhose isn’t sexy. Take them off.” He opened his desk drawer and came out with scissors. “Cut them up as a ritualistic commitment to never again wear them.”I even smiled as I did as he said. I pushed the pantyhose down, having to sit to remove them from my. ”Alright then, I thought to myself. This girl is certifiably wild. The day turned into night and music started playing inside. Court grabbed my hand and we went out on the dance floor. We were drunk and dancing seductively with each other which was drawing plenty of male attention. I normally wasn’t one to make such a spectacle but I was enjoying the attention. It was feeding my confidence. “I’m going to the bathroom. I’ll be right back,” Courtney whispered in my ear. The guys gawked at. I got to my locker and took out my towel and placed in on the bench then continued to get undressed, just as I took off my t-shirt I noticed the guy that I thought was following me around the gym was there in the locker room and his locker was just one down from mine on the left. This was the first time I got a proper look at him he was taller than me by a few inches and was in good build he was wearing a red t-shirt and black shorts down to his knee, he had a pale skin tone with a slight tan.