“Please, don’t. I begged. You’ve hurt me enough. Please leave me alone.”The president slapped my ass hard. “Shut up, you stupid slut. James,...do something useful and find a pair of her used panties in the laundry basket and shove them in her mouth. I hate a whiny whore.”“No! No!” I begged, but it was only a moment before James shoved something in my mouth. He either did it deliberately, or it was an unlikely accident, but the panty’s crotch ended up against my tongue, and I could taste. She likes me a lot and always holds my hand or puts her arm around me whenever we meet. She has the habit of hugging me tight when we meet, this make her breasts crush against mine. I always felt uncomfortable but always thought she was doing it unknowingly. So when I went to sleep that night, and I always sleep on my stomach, I was waken up in the middle of the night with a sound of someone weeping. I got scared and did not have the courage to turn to see who it was. Suddenly I felt someone. Karen didn’t know whether to apologize, call me a liar, or get angry. She couldn’t look at my left forearm and not see that something had caused those scars. She blustered. ‘You a war hero or something? That what you’re telling us?’ ‘Not hardly. I joined the Navy to pay for college, ended up a petty officer in charge of a construction outfit. In January 2002 we got sent to Afghanistan to help build airstrips and bases. One day we got ambushed. It was just chance as far as who got hurt, who. He looked at Laura, ‘what the fuck was that all about?’ Laura laughed, helping him get into his T-shirt, ‘she is an admirer, and she wanted you signature.’ ‘Don’t fuck around Laura, what did you tell her?’ She laughed even harder before replying, ‘I just told her that the first thing you said when you heard you guys will be sharing a stage with Culture, was that you would like them to sign you shirt or something.’ ‘Knowing you, that’s not all you said.’ ‘Oh shut up you big baby, just enjoy the.