Gracias Alejandro, por esa noche.It was the unattainable as I sang for us. She pulled me down and I gave her the song with my lips against her ear.She...moaned softly as I finished the first chorus and moved her hips beneath me. She was wet and warm. I put my forehead on hers and pulled my hips back. She squeezed me hard with her arms as I moved into her.The song kept me in place. I could not move and sing, so I sang and she moved.She danced beneath me and as the last amarte left my lips I kissed. " She pauses.Takes in my new look. "Glad to see you back in school so quickly."There is some snickering. She glares at the loudest of the snickerers.She just moves on and calls Denise's name, Denise Butcher, and moves onto the C's. I continue to read my text book. The bell rings and I havesurvived my first class period. There is lot of whispering and somegawking as I walk to Earth Science class. I just showed up in a dress,the seventh grade isn't really a bastion of maturity and. . It was a riding crop. At 12 years old I had no idea what the crop was for. My mother definitely didn't include that in her sex education. I was overwhelmed with confusion and embarrassment, but these emotions weren't enough to make me go back to bed like a good c***d. Suddenly I heard a loud snapping noise. Terror washed over me as I realized he had hit her with the riding crop. I turned around immediately and went towards the stairs. In my mind, he was beating her and I had to tell my mom. The sky even looked hazy. It's interesting how a hot day can take the luster out of the world around you.I headed back to my hotel and called Ivan. He arrived quickly and we headed for the birch wood facility. Ivan told me that he had visited an old friend. From the smile on his face and his pleasant demeanor, I surmised that his friend was female. We eventually came to a road that was not paved, but it was well maintained.At one point we passed what looked like a large concrete area with.