..I felt alive again. The cloud which had engulfed me in the days following the incident with Tom seemed to have somehow lifted during the sleeping ho...rs since my encounter in the kitchen. At first I wasn’t really sure what the feelings were...my depressive state of mind seemed to have become so entrenched in my psyche that it was hard to think of being any different. But, as I stood in the shower, the warm water pouring over my nakedness, it felt as though my body was trying to give me a. Probably another lecture would follow."Oh God! Please uncle! Not again. I promised to think about it. What do you think is going to happen if you keep talking?" I wasn't going to talk about him or the baby! There's something else you should know".Angela felt really surprised and she didn't like it. She prepared herself mentally for whatever Mitch had to say."I wasn't sure if I should tell you but your father is trying hard to find you"."He is not my father! I have no father!" I know aggele. "You're a slut. You have a worn out sloppy pussy is all." Andrey turned his back as he spoke.With his clothes partially on he pulled the door open and made a dash to his car. The drive home was a blur as the anger still took over inside. It was his parents fault. He hated them. Hated living in their house. Andrey listed everything he hated as he parked and entered through the back door to get to his room. His parents were asleep so he made it without any questions.In his room, he tore his. Just not for me.Then appears the new teacher from the local state high school.....PetaThin, petite, Brunette, sassy, I just had to have her.We finally went out, you know, both "art Teachers".It was great for a while, the sex was "kinda" interesting but nothing amazing. Peta was always a moody unit. Every now and then she would switch off and become unreachable..later on i figured out she was "Bi Polar".However. I worked out the she wanted to be kinda tortured and degraded...? What the fuck? Im.