I landed on the ground, my ankles protesting. I shuddered and pressed forward.An angry shout went up from the watching men. I darted through the crowd...of guys sitting around round tables. They reached for me, trying to grab me, to stop me. I slipped past one guy, batting his hand away. My stomach tightened as I raced to my brother.“Clint!” I screamed, my eyes swimming with tears. They brimmed with this pain.I darted around a final guy, the DJ’s voice booming through the club. Then my path was. She suggests that I walk Gina home.We talk about ninth grade and the subjects we plan to take. "Carla was disappointed that your brother didn't come," she says. I feel her hand rub against mine."Jerry's sister?" Carla Kinsley. Don't you know her name?" she asks. I take her hand and as we approach a streetlight I see her looking at me. Her hand feels small and soft."He couldn't make it," I say to explain why my brother didn't come."I'm having a party next week. Will you come?" Yes," I. I'm so sorry, Mistress Tate." "I don't want your apologies, " she informed him. "Just the truth. Isthat all you have to tell me? Nothing else?"He began thinking back, but before he could answer, she asked,"Anything about where you wore Ms. Anderson's panties?"He blushed. "I -- I wore a pair on my -- on my head, Mistress Tate." Yes, you did." She flicked idly. "While you were masturbating, is thatcorrect?" Yes, Mistress Tate. While I was masturbating," he confessed withincreasing. ..J-just....Do it."He cocked his head but kept his eyes on her. He parted her legs in a rough manner, pushing them as far as they would go, growling as he did so. Then, keeping her distracted by his animalistic sounds, he slowly pushed his erected cock into her, making sure she felt the pain. Rosey could make do with cringing in pain when he first started, then couldn't bare the pain as it was all the way in her, and shrieked in pain. She knew better than to try and attack him, so she.