"Sorry," Jeff said, "You did say that I needn't knock." You're right, I'm sorry," she said.Then Jeff, the sorry bastard, asked me if I wanted to hang ...ut! We went into the living room and listened to music and talked about what we were going to do at school. School was beginning on Wednesday, and we were both looking forward to it with trepidation and anticipation.And the whole time we were sitting there, with my mother traipsing in and out of the room, the bastard ignored the fact that both of. Brought to tears by a simple song.There were many tears in our lives that year.Sure, I can write about the neighborhood. The boys and girls running around and playing until dark was coming. Carefree and no worries about strangers lurking in the shadows. They were there. They just hadn't visited our lives yet.No, I will write about the night my mom was done. She packed all of us kids up. Put us into the car. We were leaving. The sins of the father had pushed her to her breaking point. She was. .Until he jerked a little and pushed it in really far.... It hurt, but she couldn’t stop him.... he had pushed toward her and had her against the bench. She was afraid, but it still felt good....Her heart was beating so loud; she thought everyone would hear it. He was fucking her.... It was huge, and seemed like it was swelling up bigger as he was moaning and humping... he kind of bumped her around, but she wrapped her legs around him and hung on with her legs like riding him upside down.... AS. I reached up my shirt and pulled my ruined bra down through it,folding it up and stuffing it in the pocket of my hoodie, then zippingit up. It would have to try its best to hide how hard my nipples wereall by itself.Wait, what did she mean by "other chances"?EmmaAfter a while making sure I would remember where I left it this time, Iput the nipple-dial back on the shelf. If I really was right (and I amoften right), and I had just found an actual magic sex-shop (and thatseemed apparent at this.