He rotated his fingers, exploring the sides of her arse, spitting on the edges, watching as it dribbled across the tight dark wrinkles of the glisteni...g hole, lubricating his fingers, the scar settled and then he plunged his fingers deep inside, punching the rest of his hand against her cheeks, fucking her mouth so violently that he often fell out, sc****d the teeth or indeed smothered her, but for Taylor… what was happening between her legs was far more intense and overriding than anything. "What's up? I honestly don't know what I've done wrong..."She said nothing."Misha, will you talk to me? Please!"Something inside her decided that she knew now what she wanted from life; she wanted Bob."I want a divorce."She knew she could have done it with more tact, and even with gentleness, but frankly, she didn't care."A what? Why?"She turned to him."I could say it's down to we've grown apart; but in honesty, you fucking disgust me!" Is this some kind of joke? For fuck's sake, it isn't. "She's got a date," Dad said. "With a boy." Hmmm..." Mom pursed her lips and she and dad shared a look, but I'd grown used to their concerns a long time ago. I wasn't gonna change.Sometimes it seemed like they just expected me to wake up one day and be a full-fledged, red-blooded American boy. I'd get a haircut, wear boy clothes, and find a girlfriend to try and knock up. Heck, maybe I'd even grow a mustache and join the football team. Right! I'd started wearing Steph's clothes when I'd been. ”“Anything else?”“You mean besides me auctioning off a space flight? And being pictured sitting at the same table as Dr. Death?”“Someone got a picture of us? I missed that.”“I think they are from security footage stills. But very clear.”... “How is the public handling the sudden influx of multiple stories about their favorite teen?”“I’m getting a flood of warnings about Dr. Death. There is also a separate thread for finding out who our table companions were. Another is asking if I was going to.