Trisha could barely speak. She forget her excuse and stammered, "Uh, we'rehere, uh, for, uh..." She frantically turned to Barb and flapped her handfor...help."We, uh, need to know, uh, what time lunch is," winced Barb and theludicrous thing she blurted out."What?!" asked an annoyed secretary. "Hey, aren't you girls in Ms. Tarp'sEnglish class?" Uh, yes," answered a confused Trisha."Well then maybe you can take this young woman to see her. This is hercousin, Jane."Then and only then was Trisha able. Only able to get a little more than half inside of me. I cried and screamed...begged him to stop. He spit in my face and fucked me harder. There was no condom between us, the only lubricant our natural body fluids. I hated this man more than anyone I had ever known. I began praying in my head that I would die. That is when things got worse. "Are you enjoying this bitch?" he asked me as if it were really a question he needed answered. I shook my head and screamed no, He fucked me harder. "Tell. He caught me and smiled. He slid his hands up and down and all over his crotch and said, "don't worry, you're gonna get plenty of this." Fuck, instant hard-on! We decided that we needed some booze and I asked what he wanted. Wait, you're 20... I would be adding to the deliquency of a minor. Relax, he said, my parents served wine with dinner. Let's just get some wine and no one will know. And don't forget the corkscrew. Oh, I won't buddy... you'll get your cork screwed. He laughed at my. "Hold that position, Katie. I know you thought for a second that you'd seduce me and use sex to convince me to let you stay on the cheer squad. You're used to getting what you want from men because you are attractive and sexy. Well, you thought wrong. I'm going to teach you a lesson today. Your disrespectful, immature behavior got you in trouble, and now you are going to be punished. You're going to be one sorry little girl before I'm done with you today."Coach Brad got down from the desk and.