Even Henry couldn't remember; he'd changed it so many times. But Henry Higgins was his pen name nevertheless, and his readers identified his raunchy s...rew-the-cunts-and-forget-them style, just like Henry's own sex life. He knew that, as he was approaching 55, he couldn't keep this us forever, but he was determined to die trying.One fateful day, Henry was working on his latest tale, "The Nitty-Gritty of Sex," about two women named Holly and Jolly whose chests expanded to ridiculousness and. He was working busy now but later he will be doing more something else.I should make an effort as much as can.Saturday came, morning he had come to attend.Waiting for me to arrive, we were alone in class.I entered in pink transparent sari with most visible cleavage. He was like a sitting duck watching me over and over again. His penis was rock hard and ready to bust out he immediately run to bathroom as an excuse.He jerked there for a while and returned class as soon as possible. He still. Without turning her head, she advised me, "Your cunt doesn't belong to you Virginia, so you should refer to it the way a man tells you to." That's right, bitch!" daddy snarled at her. Then, without another word, he yanked her violently around! She screamed in pain as he repositioned her so that she was on her knees before him again, facing his cock. He fucked his property's mouth for a few seconds, then took is huge penis in his right hand, stroking it as he told her to open her mouth and look. ”“I can’t stay here any longer. If you don’t want to help, then please don’t say anything,” she begs.Page can see the fear in the girl’s eyes. She feels sorry for her. And maybe Lisa is right. This story is not going to get told unless she gets out to tell it. And someone other than herself as a witness will only add to the credibility. Then the authorities will have to do something. Then Page can finally get justice for her sister.“I’ll help you,” she says.“You will?” Lisa asks as hope.