It was years before they stopped looking at me like I was some violent freak of nature.My father paid for the boys’ medical expenses and put a nice ...ittle amount of money in a college fund for the asshole. That last part was enough to have the father of the piece of shit drop all charges against me. Since that day, I never left the house without wearing a compression shirt, ever. It fucking sucks…Oh, I almost forgot, senior year again. Something interesting happened, payback... Towards the end. Precisely at twelve, he pressed Lana’s doorbell button. She opened the door and greeted him. Lana was wearing a short white skirt and a dark green sweater. She was a little too old for something like this but she did have nice legs. He could see by the indentations her nipples put on the sweater that she was braless and he wouldn’t be surprised if the sweater and skirt and the three-inch high-heeled shoes were the only things she was wearing.Sitting at the kitchen table Paul had a bowl of. "That's it bitch! Suck my cunt you nasty whore! Make my pussy cum right down your throat!" I commanded. I grabbed her hair gently, and pulled her head back. "I want you to watch me masturbate for a minute!" I said, and got my dildo. It still had Robin's pussy juice on it. I licked the end of it off, and then put the tip in my pussy. Robin was moaning and moving her hips around so her thighs would rub her pussy. I shoved the dildo in, and started fucking myself. Robin picked up my wand, and. Janice had just ordered her second gin and tonic, watching as the bartender approached with it in hand. She turned reaching into her purse."Allow me."The words sent a chill racing up and down her spine even as she turned back around facing the bemused bartender as he accepted the bill."You made it!" she breathed thankfully."I told you I would," he said soothingly. She felt the briefest of touch as his lips grazed the back of her neck. "Nothing would keep me from being here," he added..