I grasped her hair with my left hand and gently turned her face to the side. I whispered in her ear, "Say fuck, Mom. Say it." Fuck," she said, then ag...in, "fuck fuck fuck," in quick succession.I dragged her back and into my room, both of us careful not to let her pussy slide off my hand. I swiveled her around, pushing the door closed with my shoulder. "Do you like it when I touch your cunt?" Yes." Say it." No." Say it." No." Say, touch my cunt." Touch my cunt," she said and started vigorously. I bought a car, a 1989 Volkswagen Golf two-door. It was only afterwards that I learned of the various problems this model had but fortunately, aside from a lousy heater and a reluctance to start in cold weather, it served me fairly well for my college days.I was living at home and that fact alone I think kept me sane. I was writing to Ginny regularly and received her replies a little less often. I would sit in my bedroom in front of the computer, having finished my studies, trying to think of. He had come over in the morning and the same thing happened. She had been unable to stop him from taking her again, and he had taken her roughly. She had been humiliated by him--he made her raise her dress and slip till her panties were exposed, and then turn slowly around, treating her like a common whore. He had fucked her on her back, and when he recovered he put her on her hands and knees, her face pressed to the bed, and taken her again. He said this is how white men treated their black. Jason pulled me close, holding my open shoulder and lifted the shell over my open mouth dumping the oyster. Salty and sweet very like the smell of ocean water. “The texture is soft and rich with fat oyster meat,” I tell him. “Lord that is delicious” I add. Another was immediately dropped juice and all into my mouth. “those really destroy last night’s dry mouth, wow” I say smiling back at him. He looks back at me and says “are you flirting with me? You are!” Jason moves directly in front of me.