When he jumped on top of me, I didn’t use my hand to assist him. I wanted to feel him on me in a way I rarely allowed. I wanted to be his bitch. Thi... time, I wanted it to be a****listic, dominating. I didn’t want the caring, comforting, sharing coupling that I generally insist on as the alpha of our small group. This time, I wanted to be dominated, used, to succumb. The turmoil inside me was still be waged. If reason and rationality hasn’t moved me to conclusion, maybe succumbing to the b**st. I finally stopped few blocks before her and watched her go into a house, I was thinking it should be her house as I silently tailed her and went to the sides. I was watching by the window as a couple of black men took her willingly into their arms. This was getting too wild and I left the scene. Little did anyone notice I left a camera by the window and picked it up the next day.No surprise to find her back there , I followed her and now she went to a different house. Either she was a slut or. I was terrified. I thought someone had shot John and I was sure they were going to find me too," Nicky said in a shaky voice. "I sat on the floor in my closet listening for any sound that might tell me what was going to happen next and then the closet door opened and John was standing there. His face was ashen. I asked him what happen as I got up off the floor. He started mumbling, 'It was an accident... It was an accident.'"I followed him to the bedroom door and he said, 'I thought I saw a gun. It had aroused her somewhat, she admitted to herself, but she had always overcome this by strict concentration on the moral values her mother had drilled into her.Her mother was extremely religious and had made Ann attend church with her without fail each Sunday when most of her other friends had been running off to the beach on picnics. Her mother also gave persistent warnings on the evils of petting and had instilled into her the idea that a girl should at all costs save herself for her.