”“That’s not true,” she said. “At least, according to Caitlin.”“Tell me more,” I said. “That must have been an interesting conversat...on.”“She says I can have you, but I have to share you ... occasionally.”“You’re kidding.”“I am not kidding. My own daughter has turned into a bully ... a hooligan .... a gangster. She threatened to blackmail me!”“I’ll spank her the next time I see her,” I said, tightly.“She’d just enjoy it,” said Hannah, carelessly. “I’m not worried about her. It was funny,. Surely this wasn’t sensible behaviour, but I was allowing it, and so was she and more than that, I was stiffer than ever.But he kept up the commentary. ‘She’s just pulling her legs back as wide as she can and the man that made her come is now sliding up between her legs. He is taking his time, he is rubbing his stiff cock along her cunt lips, and I have to tell you it is quite a big one he has got, your wife confirmed it is much longer and broader than yours.’ I hadn’t expected this. It is one. And I stretched out and howled and tried to claw my way through the floor.We did not speak to each other. X dressed quickly and left. I, eventually, got off the floor. In the shower, I scrubbed my, I felt now, violated vagina and backside until I almost bled. In bed, I started to cry: Not in sorrow but shame and blind anger.When Martin came from his card game, he stumbled over my blouse and shorts and panties strewn over the floor. Being Martin, he sensed nothing untoward. In the months and. "Especially so early on a Monday morning." I'm always happy to talk to one of our parents," Mrs. Jeffries, the principal, smiled. She was a grey kind of woman. Not her clothes: they were bright, almost loud. But the woman herself was grey, not just her hair, her personality. Just... blah.She was also a closed-door principal. I rarely saw her. I doubted that I'd seen her in the halls a dozen times since school started. Mr. Parker was the visible face of the school.And that was a very depressing.