I took a deep breath and with shaky hands I walked over to her and sat down next to her. "I'm positive you knew there was something going on at home s... I'm just going to say it. He abused me, he abused us..." And that's how I began my story. I told her everything. There was no point in hiding it anymore. I told her about the daily beatings, the horrible name calling, how he hit me in front of my mother and vice versa. I told her about his drinking problem, how he turned every day into a living. “Let me see your hands.” His voice had a calm authority to it that I didn’t dare defy.I held my hands up for him to see.“Is there anyone else out here with you, young lady?”I could barely force myself to answer. “No, just me.” I wanted to die right there. How was I going to explain this to my parents? Would this be in the newspaper? I’d have to drop out of school and probably move to another state.“What’re you doin’ out here like this?” He moved around the bush keeping the light trained on me. To help brush off her feelings of sympathy, she did what Brooke told her she should do: she thought of her cunt. It was resting comfortably above the leather cushion, held snug beneath her skirt by white satin. She watched as the boy stood. To her utter delight, rather than make his way quietly to the door, instead he leaned forward and made a praying motion with his hands. ?Look, ma'am, please. I'm so sorry. It will never ever happen again. I learned my lesson. I need this job. I'll. Names and a few details have been changed to protect the not so innocent from their conservative, narrow minded relatives. Karen stepped out of the bathroom, naked. I admired her tanned, fit body as she walked towards me with a grin on her face. Her large breasts swung gently from side to side. My erection grew as I a noticed the clean shaven mound between her legs. “I shaved,” she said, “Like you asked me to.” Taking her hand, I led her to the bed and got her to lie back. I parted her legs and.