"Do it!" a few guys chime in."Do it," some strangers join the chorus."You fucking son of a bitch!" I yell at him."Do it," they start chanting.I'm piss...d. I'm terrified. I'm stuck. I look at Jenny and pick up herpink tank-top. I pull it down over my head. It fits but is short andtight. I pull on it a couple times but it barely covers to my navel. Istep into her skirt. It sits on my hips well enough but is ridiculouslyshort on me. Jenny applauds. She puts my bag in her pink Hello Kittybackpack. The water slides over my skin, making me shiver. He walks me out to the point that the water is at my breast. He picks me up and I wrap my legs around him. he holds me there, staring into my eyes. "I need you so bad honey, so bad I can't stand it!" I moan in return and he nuzzles my neck and drops a hand to the mound between my legs. He gently rubs on my clit, which is swollen and waiting. He rubs until I start grind into his hand. He slides two fingers into my tight pussy, causing me to buck. But it wasn’t the lights or the beeping that had woken me up. It was the pain burning ceaselessly throughout my body. In the single moment from when I woke up, I went from being fine to feeling like I was in the burn ward, charred from head to toe. My muscles all felt like they were being pierced with hot nails, my organs twisted into knots. I leaned over the edge of the bed and vomited on the floor. My heart monitor was sending a digital scream, bringing in a nurse.“Kill me!” I screamed as the. With her mornings and afternoons available Katie was finally able socialize with other stay at home mothers in the neighborhood who had wealthy husband’s taking care of their financial needs. Unfortunately the Jackson’s were not in that income tax bracket. They were doing well with both incomes but struggled when Fred was the only one who was working. It was hard to make ends meet with their high mortgage, car payments, bills and their children’s private school tuition.Katie was very worried.