He kept calling me that... He pitched me forward, with my face on the floor now, my ass up in the air. I stopped fighting back awhile ago; there was n... point. He was bigger, and violent. I didn't want to taste his cock anymore, so was happy to be free of that monster in my face. The floor felt cool to my check. And then he entered my ass again. He was rough on my hole. Going in hard and deep, popping out completely, then ramming back in, "I'm going to work this ass in good bitch boi, you'll. "Where are you going?" asked both women at once."Back home," he said, waving over his shoulder."You're going to walk?" asked both women at once.He stopped and, with over stated patience, said "Exercise helps a body heal. Please remember that." Then he turned and left the clinic."Should I go after him?" asked Angela."No. He's too stubborn to listen to reason," said Holly. "Besides, if he didn't think he could do it, he wouldn't try. It's only a mile." She turned around. "Your first patient is. I don't know ... maybe tonight, maybe next week ... sometime ... I guess."Thwack! The flat of her hand had come down hard on his flank. "Youch!" he reacted."Wrong answer, mister!" she snarled, only partly feigning anger."Uhmmm ... is the right answer ... now?" he smiled."Yes. Give the man ten points if he can say the words," she teased."My dearest Bonnie, I love you with all my heart. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?" He had tried to be serious and yet, somehow. It states here that your age is twelve, I take it that was a grammatical error in the system.” He asked with a smile.“Uh no, I am twelve.” I answered confused.“Oh dear, well that’s a problem then. You need to be a minimum of fourteen years of age to attend high school here at Clarke Central High.” Mr. Carver responded.Mary Owens was usually a very mildly spoken and accommodating individual. But any attack implied or actual would bring out her protective maternal instincts.“What are you implying.