I've come to fix your garbage disposal."She opened the door and stood facing a tall, blond, muscular, young man, dressed in a while tee-shirt and tigh... blue jeans."Come in," she said with a smile. She led him into the kitchen and watched as he repaired the broken disposal. "You don't look like a janitor," she said."I just do this part-time," he said. "I go to school at night. I'm studying to be a computer programmer."She studied him from head to toe as he worked, marveling at his strong. Then I started to notice she had less energy then she used to. She slept more, she was more tired after doing her daily farm chores, and she just plain looked worn out. As she got worse, I began to worry that I was causing it somehow. I had no idea what long term effects fucking me might have on a girl. Perhaps I was slowly draining the life from her. So I left. I went back, a few years later, to check on her. I didn't let her see me, but she was still there, and healthy again, thankfully." You. The 'Out of Order' sign hung mockingly, taunting her and her obvious need to relieve herself.She glanced at me. "Um, is there anyone, um, in there?" She nodded toward the men's room. I could tell she was profoundly embarrassed to have to ask, but her need for relief overrode her sense of decorum.I shook my head. "Nope. It's all yours."With an audible sigh, she gingerly tugged open the door to the men's room. I turned back toward my car, my duty as a rescuer completed. Or so I thought. Within. ” she groaned in despair. She had come to the boys’ camp to avoid having to have sex with rough boys like Jason ... this wasn’t fair!A shadow fell over the two of them and then the head of Rodney’s cock bounced up and off of one of her butt cheeks. Then he collapsed to the side, crying out in pain and holding his crotch, moaning.“Rodney, you shore are some kinda stupid!” It was George, the leader of the boys tribe, standing over the groaning would-be-rapist. “I tol’ you yesterday that she has.