Skye was spitting in Anthonys face, spewing names. Nick was trying to defuse the situation quickly as he knew the crowd inside was watching. Finally h...ving them separated, Nick stood between them talking Anthony down. Skye took off up the street only stopping to flash the onlookers from the restaurant before flipping her brother off and yelling Dont Worry bub. I wont be trouble for you anymore. Skye fumbled her way through the streets, unsure of what street Jeremy lived on. Jeremy was her. Please, you can't do that to me. I'll die of shame."Bill couldn't believe his ears, but was thrilled at the prospect of watching this proud, arrogant bitch get her comeuppance. She was always putting him down and saying things to embarrass him in front of friends just because he was younger than she was."Natalie, that's the whole point," Mr. Williams continued sternly. "Spankings alone have not worked in correcting your behavior. Further measures are clearly necessary. Now get downstairs for. She could feel herself climbing toward another orgasm. She was almost there when suddenly she felt a very warm sensation as the man spurted within her.“Nooooo,” she moaned softly as he pulled out. But then he was back. Or was this another man? He felt different. For one thing, his hips didn’t push her legs as far apart. For another, his prick slid in much more easily. He was thinner. Then she felt something strike her cervix. He was thinner, but longer... a lot longer. As the tip of his prick. Sometimes, she likes to think that’s what she is, other times, she feels as if she has let down the image that everyone so strongly believes in. It is the fear that she struggles with each and every day. She is a small town girl. She grew up in the heart of the Midwest in a small, white house on Second Street. She was raised by her mother and grandma (who she calls Granny). Her dad was never around. He was in jail when she was born and he was never around much when she was little. He tried to.