We broke after a while, and I had an idea. "You know I can'tgive you what you really want. Just let me go, and I'll begrateful." He moved his...hand to my face and traced a circle aroundmy mouth with his finger. "Yes, you can. Just think positively." Hesmiled. I knew exactly what he wanted, and it terrified me. It wasdate rape, plain and simple, and I was the victim. I could neverreport his conduct to the police and he knew it. And I couldn'tfight back without risking the police. Stevenson asked as I held my trembling girlfriend tightly to my chest.“Da-do I have to?” Lisa stammered.“We probably should show them, Bricky,” Lynette softly whispered.I helped Lisa step out from our little group, and we stood alongside Mr. Labatt. Lisa looked up at my face and whispered, “Can you lift up my sweatshirt? I don’t think I can do it, Mike.”I nodded at Lisa and then let out a small sigh as I stepped behind Lisa. I reached for the bottom of her purple sweatshirt and slowly lifted it. ” Before she could say anything else, I pulled her legs and made her lay down.I started to kiss and bite her boobs like anything, she too was enjoying now. I bit her nipple so hard that she moaned, and said, “You are very horny, boy.” I kissed her and told her to enjoy my zeal for this fuck.I kissed and licked her chubby tummy and hips. And then I pulled her petticoat off, she removed her panty, I noticed her looking at my cock. It was so sexy feeling. Her pussy wasn’t shaved, but I was hungry.. Her teachers watched her complete assignments and were amazed by her creativity but were baffled that she could not or would not speak. She sailed through middle school on the Dean’s List and found her solace in writing, creating characters that could express themselves as she could not. David Turner had taken an interest in her, though she could never figure out why. The cartoonist with green eyes and dimples started spending time with her at lunch, reading her stories and offering sincere.