She laid quietly. I saw there were tears in her eyes. I felt myself guilty. I ordered here to widen her legs ..And she did. The guilt was killing me.I...should have not beaten her. I shouted u r a bitch u r a shit and I went out. I went out and I joined my friends were we spent our eve normally, but I was much disturbed about things happened today. Then I went to a wine shop and brought and brought a bottle of liquor for me and went home.I rang the bell my mom opened the door. I sat in the hall. Nobody is keeping you. After last night," the Mexican chucked with his tongue and rolled his eyes, "I had to do something. I could not leave your friend out like that, no?" He gestured toward Fran and smiled.Renee smiled back. She couldn't help herself. There was something so attractive about this man... Now she knew why Fran had fallen all over him so fast and she didn't blame her a bit. He radiated such a feeling of confidence just by being in the same room that it seemed already as if. This story is about the girl that changed my life. The girl that brought me up from the depression, the anguish, and pain that plagued me. If it was not for this accident, not for that driver, and not for those drinks that he had at the bar prior to hitting me I would have never met her. I would have never changed my schools. I would have never gone so far from home that I would need to fly back just to see some family. This is where my story begins. It was only a few months since my departure. "Okay, okay." Debbie stammered out as she hurriedly got out of her car. "Go to the back of your car, please." "Okay, but you should know that my daddy is Judge Wilson, and he won't be happy at the way you're treating me." "I know exactly who your daddy is, and I also know what he has threatened to do if you got another ticket." Debbie's heart sank at these words. "Now step to the back of the vehicle." With a sob, Debbie walked toward the back of the car. "Okay, now step to the middle of the.