"The reality was sinking in. Angela really was like me.I interrupted her momentarily to interject some truth into her rant. "Angela, you realize that ...heir reaction is the only thing that keeps you safe from being locked up as a mental case or taken away by the military and used as a lab rat, right? Let them think you're quiet and just a little odd. As long as they have a good explanation that suits them, they'll not think about you in any other way, which means you're safe."She went on as if. The truth was that I loved it when she was rough with me. I loved it when she slapped me around and called me a bitch, it turned me on. Around the middle of my ninth grade year, she eventually grew to like me, and stopped abusing me, even started walking with me to class and inviting me over her house. One night after practice, my mother couldnt pick me up and she offered to let me stay the night at her house. My mother had no problem with it, considering her and my mom became nearly best. Approaching the road she had a simple choice left or right. To the left the road meandered down towards the sounds of the creek to the right it climbed a great hill the choice was simple left.It was not long before she found the ferry stop one used normally by cars. Well it was more of a tin shack with a barge sitting at the creek, well it was more of river then a creek at least 500 yards of water to cross. A sign near by said "None shall pass unto the other side least you pay the Ferryman.". "Im Monat?" Ronda konnte es kaum fassen, lauter Absagen und jetzt kam ihr Dabola wie ein Engel vor. "Nein, natürlich alle 14 Tage", sagte die Fremde mit einen gewinnbringenden Lächeln auf den Lippen. Mit einem Kennerblick taxierte sie Rondas Körper ab, die junge Frau war sicher grade erst 18. Grosse, schwere Titten zeichneten sich unter dem eng sitzenden Sommertop ab und der kurze Mini bedeckte kaum den runden Po. In Dabolas Augen war Ronda perfekt. Das äussere war für die Herrschaften sehr.