For me, she was one of the first people I heard verbally suggest I would have raped Lisa Hartwell if Ms. Langston hadn’t nipped my evil thoughts in ...he bud. She didn’t need proof of any accusation, simply her wild imagination, and the ear of half the town.My anger grew. I needed an outlet and Faith was quickly becoming a perfect target. However, when I looked at her and saw the fear in her eyes, I quickly calmed down. This wasn’t her fault. Dad didn’t leave to be with someone else, at least I. To my disappointment, it was only the man in the suit, no girls. We ate well, and I turned in early. DAY ONE – MEIAt 8 a.m. the next morning I met Mei. Just over 5 feet and perhaps 110 pounds, she did not appear skinny but almost ephemeral in her quality, unapproachable, almost anonymous I her beauty. She reminded me of the many Asian string players I had fallen in love with over the years whenever I went to the symphony. Long silky black hair combed straight down past her shoulder. I could barely raise my head.When I managed to eventually I caught sight of my hand resting on thetable close to my ear and stopped dead.It wasn't my hand.It wasn't my hand at all.It was a man's hand: big and feathered with hairs! It had thick stubbyfingers and blunt nails, the skin tough and leathery.I jerked upright, raising it to look at, then snapped up the other one.It was the same! Two men's hands connected to my arms!And there on my left hand was the ring - the stone ring - and it. I look over at the guy on my left, into his face. He's a cute guy maybe 10 years younger than me. He has short grey/white hair and beard. He looks at me and grins and winks. Fuck, he had my attention before but doubly so now. I reach over with my left hand to latch onto his erection but I realize that my hands are cold. There are guys in the stalls so I whisper "better not, my hand is cold." He grins and winks and his right hand grabs my cock and starts to rub it gently back and forth. Now I.