" You're just saying that to get back in my pants?"I took my arm from around her and put it back on the steering wheel.It was very quiet on the rest o... our trip home.I parked in the garage, turned to her and said, "No Dani, I said what I said because in my entire lifetime I've been in love with only two women – your Grandmother Mary ... and now you! I don't know if it's because you haven't heard enough people tell you how lovely you are – but please 'Don't Disrespect Yourself Like That!'"I got. We were almost at school anyway."Conquered, huh?" Heather asked as soon as I walked into the girls' locker room with my friends.The other six cheerleaders giggled and smirked and whispered while they stroked their long, black cocks. So did my friends, their six white boyfriends, who waiting impatiently to see what Heather was going to do about me."Sorry," I whispered, looking down and biting my bottom lip as I stood there in a kind of long, royal blue skirt and a nice silk blouse, golden yellow. “Another lovely day ahead, I think,” he says, looking up at the sky. I nod, but don’t say anything. I am wearing a pink t-shirt and white mini skirt, with sandals on my feet, and realise that he is looking at me. “You do so remind me of my niece,” he says, suddenly, almost in a whisper. I look out of the window, and try to ignore him. “She was tall and slim, just like you. She had a very similar figure.” I feel him stand up. I close my eyes, dreading what is going to happen. I hear him. ‘You mean to your room?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘For sex?’ ‘If you want?’ ‘The two of you?’ ‘David’s very gentle. Aren’t you, dear?’ David smiled in that way he had practised so many times. It indicated a degree of sympathy that didn’t obscure his intent, but suggested enough vulnerability that it almost always worked. ‘Is he goyim?’ asked Marla. ‘Goyim? You mean gentile. Yeah, David’s not a Jew. Neither am I. What difference does that make?’ ‘So, he’s not circumcised.’ ‘No. Does that bother you?’ Marla.