I have to find a way to manage.” I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself. “I’m sorry. None of this is any of your fault,” I assured them...and included Beck with a look. “If we’d had the conversation anywhere but school, I would have spilled blood.”“Well, I know Roger was the one that dumped the bucket of piss in your locker,” Beck said miserably.“Roberta said he was the one that dumped diarrhea in there too,” I said softly.“He’s an asshole,” she said adamantly.I shrugged. “He always was,”. I slapped his face and said, “You bastard, what the hell do you think you’re doing, fuck off!”I grabbed the torn nighty and wrapped myself. He ripped his shirt off and kicked off his shoes, he began to take off his jeans. I ran into my room and closed the door. I had no lock on it; I just leaned against it with my back to it.I wasn’t really frightened, but a bit shocked. He came and banged on the door. He pushed it and it did open an inch or so, but then shut with my weight behind it. He banged. She got some soap and a towel, put on her robe, and made her way down the dimly lit hall to the bathroom.It was empty, of course. It was two in the morning. She was relieved at that. She removed her robe and put her towel on a hook, then stepped under one of the shower nozzles and turned on the water. It poured down around her and she put her head right under it to wash out the egg.She shampooed her hair, not once, but three times, then began cleaning her face, shoulders and the rest of her. Her soft, smooth flesh was an alabaster invitation to my young male urges. She actually put up a damn good fight, though I eventually succeeded in ripping all her clothing off. Then it was just a matter of time before I penetrated her virgin cunt. She gasped and sobbed as she tried to fend me off, but then, God Bless the Woman, her mother Bridget came to my assistance."Don't resist," dear, "she gently advised her daughter, "this is the way we prove our femininity." With those words, she grabbed.