.”“Don’t you DARE call me that, you ASSHOLE!”“Fine,” I sighed. “Shall I just go throw myself in the lake and kill myself to atone for al... my sins?”“Yes!” she said angrily.“If you feel that way, why are we talking?”“Because Ed told me I had to if I wanted to see him again!”“And you think telling me to kill myself is what he had in mind?”“Fuck it!” she screeched. “I don’t need him. Or you. Or Dad. Or anyone! Fuck all of you!”She turned and started walking away. I knew that if I let her, or if I. Frances gasped at the welcome intrusion. Nothing had ever entered her before and somehow, it felt right. It felt good and as things should be. The feeling of being filled and stretched a little was beautiful in her mind.Other than slipping a finger into her heat and kissing her all the while, John hadn’t moved, frightened that he would scare or hurt her. But, as the initial touch extended, he crooked his finger and slipped in deeper and then began to rub that rough spot inside her that he knew. After a couple minutes he suggested I come join him in his booth, which I did. After about about a minute or so of being bent over in his booth suckling away, I hear him say "I think you have a customer". I turned and checked the hole and yes someone was there. I put a couple fingers in the hole briefly, and voila! Here came a cock! #2 for this brief less than 5 minutes I'd been back there. I sucked away at the gloryhole cock, and after about 60 seconds my mouth was filled with creamy reward!. He asked if that was a lie, and she asked how it could be a lie if God told him to say it. He hadn’t heard God say anything, but he didn’t dare tell her that.His dad spoke once again that night; he watched his dad being lifted out of the truck on a gurney, and when his dad made eye contact, he told Frank Jr., “Run.” Frank knew he was right, but where was he going to go? He had no money, and he still had pecker problems. Who was going to make his meals? Who was going to read to him? The Bible.