I get the same bullshit every time I go home. If she believes that crap, she doesn't belong here. This is a serious institution of higher learning, no... some fucking bible school." She's not a biology major, Jeremy -- she's a humanities major. Cheyenne is struggling with some of these concepts." What is she? Don't tell me she's some fundie you're trying to turn." No, I'm trying to help her." He spotted Cheyenne sitting in a corner, holding her forehead in her palm. "I'm going to go talk to. She should be home in a little bit."The meeting with Cheri went well. That night, after Robert drove back to Raleigh in North Carolina, they talked. In the past they would have met in one of the bedrooms. Now it just felt more comfortable to do the talking in the kitchen."Nice man," she said."You resemble him more than I do." Think so?" Cheri looked at her reflection in the kitchen window. "Perhaps." I think you take after him in another way: software solves problems, and you're a problem. I was hit hard and was pretty dazed. I didn’t see stars this time at least, but I heard mostly ringing in my ears for a while. When he hit me he knocked me down onto the hard gravel. I laid there unable to move, holding my head, when he kicked me hard in my gut, knocking all the air right out of me. I was choking to breath again. He then helped me up and said he was sorry and wanted to make it all better He gave me two pills and tried lying saying they were a pain killer. They were in the shape. I wrapped my legs around him and tried to pull him deeper and harder into my sloppy wet noisy squishy cunt. My mouth was wide open gasping for air as he continued his onslaught of my now gushing quivering spastic cunt I locked my arms around his neck and legs around his back as he lifted me up and sent jarring pounding hard strokes in me. I was screaming out loud and long moans and groans were filling the room as my son fucked me as never before. He surprised me by standing up and holding me.