I thought I heard the unmistakable sound of him spitting, immediately confirmed when I felt his hands spread my thin pale butt cheeks, followed by the...shock of his spittle-wetted fingertip pushing against my virgin tight rectum. “No” I cried, clenching my ass cheeks and arching my hips as high as my bound body could, trying to keep from being impaled by Mark’s probing wet fingertip. This suddenly wasn’t so fun anymore. My mind frantically raced and I was never so desperate in my life; I was. ..EARLY APRILThe morning sun caught my locks as they fluttered in the wind. I decidedto forego the ponytail today, despite my stepmom's urgings. I so muchappreciated her advice and counsel as I progressed deeper into my'retention of my kicking position' program.I didn't want to call it 'transition'; that term is just for pansies andpoofdahs, and I was hardly one; I was a kicker!My stepmom and I got along so well now. Just last weekend, we got waxedtogether! My legs looked great with my capris. "We have no real sense of their strengths or their vulnerabilities; their weak points—" I know my own, however," Igwanda cut him off. "And our clothing would thwart any threat even more quickly. But my point is that, notwithstanding their fear—or at the least a healthy respect for our weaponry—they avidly pursue this contact through these few individuals. Yet the rest of their populace show neither the fear nor the interest, but merely continue their normal pursuits. Either this is a colony. Like if it was a serious felony, we expected to see Rocket Man. He was a Korean Bondsman. He tied up every asset the families of the jailbirds owned. He was a real slime ball.”“Okay, what if you had a nineteen year old white runaway. Then who would you expect?” I asked.“That would be Ginger. I don’t think I ever heard her real last name. Ginger showed up usually with the girls public defender. Ginger would bail her out.” Ted answered.“Do you happen to remember what the outcome of those cases.