Woh bhi to ladkiya hai. Aur hum konsa unko chhed rahe hai. Bas bat hi to kar rahe hai.”Maine usse gusse mein kaha, “Agar tune fir se aisi baat kri...to main chala. Hamari dosti khatam.” To woh bola, “Yaar acha nahi karta. Chal video dekh,” aur hum dono fir se video dekhne lage.Saleem ne apna lund nikala aur muth marne laga. Aaj woh ankhe band karke muth maar raha tha. Main bhi video dekh ke muth marne laga. Aur kuch der baad mera to maal nikal gaya. Kuch der baad uska bhi nikal gaya.Maine usse. They ask, "Why?" Cuz my sis Dea is in danger and my pantyhose's running," I explain."She's not in danger anymore," one officer says."Is she killed?" I shriek. They try to calm me and then one says like,"The shooter's arrested. No casualties here."The incident is over and they take my statement not letting me to changemy pantyhose and wash my face. Then I'm in an ambulance, paramedics cleanmy face and put a band-aid on the wound. I still have a black eye.I go back to my school. The teacher. "What happened?" he saidI couldn't tell him. Just him saying anything made me want to cry."It's okay, you can tell me. I won't get mad at you. Did he make you fuck him?" What?" I was suprised that he was so willing to accept it."Did he? Don't worry, you're doing this to save us." I sucked him off."He smiled. "Good" What? Why is that good?" Well, now he won't do anything, right?" He wants me to suck him off every night." But what about the tapes?" He didn't say anything about it." Okay, well. " The report lasted for several minutes before looping and beginning all over. Michael turned it off with a look of disgust on his face. Michael hated dealing with the incessant storms, but knew it was the price he had to pay to live here. The storm meant that he would have to close up the house and shutters, a task that he despised. It meant getting out in the wind driven sands, setting up the ladder and working those rusted hinges. He had been meaning to oil them, but like most things.