My other arm was pinned hard to my side.?Shut the fuck up,? hissed a voice. It sounded frantic and nervous. I suspect that he had never done anything ...ike this before. Still, panic makes men unpredictable, so I could only dangle there, frozen in fear.He didn’t waste any time. I was carried like that into the living room and thrown onto the couch. I tumbled across the cushions and when I recovered, I was able to see my aggressor.In my living room stood an enormous man in a tight white t-shirt.. ....get a warm washcloth and clean me."After i cleaned her she extended her hand and i helped her out of bed andredressed her. Picking up the leash she took me back downstairs. As wewalked into the living room Miss Britt was sitting on the loveseat with amagazine in her lap."Oh my Margret, you didn't take much time did you? Was it good for you?" Mary Jane, i guess i'm just too old to enjoy anymore. Your Lisa didnothing for me but maybe it was just me."Miss Britt gave me a look that i knew. " Ha," laughed the younger man, and he reached for his pistol.Julie went to one knee with her heavy weapon in her hand, left fist gripping her right wrist, and put two heavy slugs in the young man's belly and then turned her attention to his father, fanned back the hammer and shot him twice at belt level before he could cock his gun. Both men fell on their backs and kicked their feet, moaning and yelling.Julie stepped up behind the younger man and pressed the muzzle of her big pistol to his. " He wasn't in school much and was rowdy; always getting in trouble or suspended for this and that. He had been held back at least once or twice, so was older than the average Freshman; at least 16.When he was in her class, he stared at her wolfishly, and always had some excuse to show off his lanky muscular body. He would yawn and stretch pulling his shirt up at the same time, and of course his pants sagged halfway down to his knees, so much so that she could see his boxer briefs and tight.