As soon as she would sit down, boys would come up behind her seat, reach over and squeeze her perky nipples. The girl didn’t wear a bra. Bully after...bully would have their turn squeezing her nipples. In the beginning, the girl tried to fight, but she was scarred from her own culture, one that taught woman not to fight back. She was weak willed and just closed her eyes and accepted what was happening.Once 1-2 bullies showed the courage to do it without repercussions, horny bullies of all ages. One holiday when all the family was together at my in-law's house, I walked into the kitchen to catch Jen texting someone. She almost shit when she saw me come into the room. The next night I decided to check her phone. To my complete shock and horror, I saw who she was texting. It was a guy from her office. He spoke about how much he loved taking her on his desk when everyone else in the office had gone home for the night. Jennifer replied how it felt as if she can still feel his cock. And to pluck away half the hair ofthe lower part of his eyebrows, to shape them so they'd look moredelicate. There I was able to help him. I must say, to his credithe went back to the office after only a week away and quietly toldhis entire work group, four men and five women, that he had beguna slow transition to womanhood and would be looking a bit morefeminine each day from then on -- that it wouldn't affect his workand that they weren't to mind it or even indicate that they werenoticing.. The place used to be a Texaco once, now it was black and twisted. Across the way, some 40 yards and across the main street was the brick building. It was the "Stewartville Armory 1923" according to a bit of masonry above the main doors. There were big wooden doors, banded and charred from the looks of them. There was even a pole for a flag, but there wasn't any flying of course, just some old frayed cord dangling in the breeze.I sat there on Hubcap for five minutes or so while they wondered.
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