He helped me understand what ‘self-defense’ really meant. After each man I killed, I’d locked away a lot of it. He helped me see that in those m...ments, it was them or me. I was going to be raped, beaten, and/or killed. Or I could defend myself. My brothers ... they always told me ‘fuck that put them down and run for help thing’. Put them down. Permanently. Make sure they can’t hurt you, can’t hurt anyone ever again. Because if they would do it to you, they had, or would, do it to others.”“And. The pink blush capris showed off his shapely legs. The crop topwith the unicorn on it revealed his navel piercing and slim waist whilebarely hiding his pert chest. I had directed his removing most of thejewelry; the large hoop earrings were a must-keep though. So was theKitty ear headband."Now, what do we say when we get presents, Georgie-poo?" Thank you, Mistress." No, no, no, Georgie. From now on, we say 'Thank you, June'. Now you tryit." Thank you, June." Excellent!" I bent over and turned. She’d changed out of her jeans and tee and was wearing a bathrobe borrowed from Steph’s closet. Eyeing Steph with a wary gaze, she waited until the danger of her emptying her stomach all over her again had passed. “Eventually, pretty much everything. Well, everything legal, anyway. Fucking, blow jobs, anal, rim jobs,” she began counted them off on her fingers like a laundry list, wincing with each one, her voice soft and husky . “DP, lesbian stuff, water sports, even some bondage stuff and. Beth, Lucas and I share an old four bedroom house with a large yard that overlooks the lake. The town always puts on a fireworks show above the water on New Year’s Eve. Our low-lying fence means we have an uninterrupted view of the crowd and the show itself, without actually having to go anywhere. All of our closest friends come along each year, with most of them staying over to avoid having to drive home. Our barbecue dinner finished a while ago so now everyone’s just letting loose and.