I stopped chewing as I put my fork down. I was probably slurping in my starvation. I folded my hands in my lap to help cover me as I moved the table c...oth back where it should be.My home life had always been steeped in learning strict etiquette. “I’m sorry Mam. I haven’t eaten in over 24 hours.” I answered without looking up. “Why!?” I cautiously looked up around at her and the magic in her eyes was like the fire of an inquisition. Hers caught me square in the stare. She pecked me a kiss. “Why. I felt the back of my skirt rising as he lifted it up. I wondered how far he thought he could go feeling me up on a crowded subway. I felt the cream dripping from my snatch as he reached under my skirt. His fingers were pressing into my skin, resting firmly on my panties. While he was rubbing, squeezing & probing my ass through my panties, he grabbed my hand & pressed it to his hard cock through his pants. He moved my hand up & down over his prick. Here I am acting like such a slut getting. Most of the time you never see McLay. He locks himself away in his smelly wee flat doing fuck knows what (being a hermit I suppose) with no TV and no friends visiting cause hes not got any. But then about every three or four days he gets himself pissed up on Special Brew. Dutch courage. This gives him the boost he needs to go round everyones door with his yucky yellow teeth and his broken specks and that clarty old chessboard of his. *Fancy a wee game hen eh?* Thats what he says when you open. . my whole time with Megan... my whole life. Megan never even spoke with Kristin, according to my Kristin memories. Kristin was the kind of girl she'd never be friends with. A complete and total bimbo, obsessed only with boys and herself. The kind smart girls like Megan are embarrassed by." If it wasn't for that potion, I'd never even have remembered Megan. I wanted to treasure the time we had together forever, but David just wanted me to forget her. She wasn't anything special to him, so he.