I am a man and you used to be one. It isobvious that you asked me here for sex. Well, I'm ready and willing,"he said.Shirley took a quick step toward ...e and wrapped his arms around myshoulders, pinning my arms to my sides. He kissed me on the lips, muchmore forcibly than I felt comfortable with, and I could feel his tonguetrying to force itself between my lips.I jerked my head back and said, "No! This is not what I wanted. You'removing much too fast! Let me go!" Come on, you know you want it.. We go over and start talking to our homeroom teacher Mrs. Porter. She is one of the youngest teachers at the school, and really cool. Everyone always wishes that they could get her. She teaches a lot of classes, dance in particular. Everyone wants to take dance. Actually, the girls and I made the Dance Ensemble, and we have to try to work cheerleading into our schedules in addition to dance rehearsals.She gives us all our papers. They have our lockers, our combinations, our schedules, and some. My parents are safe. I open the door.I go to the hospital and a nurse checks my private parts. She asks questions but I don't want to talk. I want to go back to my room that has a lock on the door.The police come to my bedroom and they look at things."It's alright Charlotte," Mom says. "We'll put brand new sheets and blankets on your bed. The police will look at them. You don't want them as a reminder of what happened." What happened?" I ask.I go to counseling and after a couple of months I. Sherzi pulled the boy's head out, lifting it back so that his back arched. He was gasping and coughing, whimpers and cries in between. She grinned lustily at him. "He's gorgeous!" she said. No doubt she found the agony on his face only deepening that fact, judging by that sadistic grin. The heavily tattooed woman, almost constantly drinking wine, was one of the meanest, most sadistic ladies Dimillah had had the pleasure to know. And that was saying quite a bit."I told you!" Ayaasha said.The.