She accepted it, but only reluctantly.“Oh, the name is Reyansh, but you can just call me Rey if you want,” Rey said.“Sure, Rey…well, can I go ...ow?”“Oh yes, sure,” Rey said as he opened the door.Zainab was kinda surprised. He could have done anything to her there and there was absolutely nothing she could have done about it. But he didn’t even try to touch her. Puzzled like nothing, she stepped outside the shop.“Come on, boss, you could have made her yours in that bed,” a worker said to Rey as. Instead he said, “I am. I have so much to do today. How about I go inside and get you the key and you kids have fun this weekend.” Angela seemed to sense his pulling away and she followed him. He tried to walk faster, he tried to escape. There was no escape from her bewitchment. She caught up with him and grabbed his arm and pulled him back. He turned but closed his eyes. He couldn't bear to look at her. He couldn't stand it if he looked at her. He would tell her he loved her. He was willing to. This time on the bus, I didn’t cry but smirked at what the little shits had chanted.This went on for the next few weeks.I was no longer offended by their chants.In fact I started to giggle now when they chanted.They could sense it wasn’t offending me anymore, so they tried a new tactic.A few of the elder boys, started standing up and pulling their cocks out; for me to see.“Chew on this, bitch.” One of them, bellowed.The group giggled in hysterics.I looked at it and at him and then. I took a sip and then I said, “Mom?”She looked up and I saw the tears running down her cheeks and the look of abject misery on her face. She’s crying quietly again.I continued, “I don’t know if I can ever forgive you for those photographs and what you did with them. I pray that they don’t end up being circulated at school. I’ll be surprised if they don’t. Those guys you sent them to will undoubtedly post them all over the net. It’s all but inevitable the boys at school will see them sometime.