Steve had learned earlier that she was an English teacher at the school. "You look awfully familiar with that stupid beard about to fall off." He's St...ve Hammer!" gasped a blonde girl standing off to Steve's left. "Now that the beard's off, you can tell. It's Steve Hammer!" So it would appear," acknowledged another chaperone. "It also looks like he's bleeding pretty badly! That horrible man shot you in the back! Let me take a look at it. I'm a nurse. Get that shirt off!"Steve quickly considered. He quickly realized that it was her culture after all and she would be aware of things like this.He nodded. "Yes, I did. Starting midway through the patrol."Feya's eyes twinkled in delight. "That is good. Is it a male or female?"Michael laughed at this question. While he realized that many Dizyntk males were bisexual, or did not mind sharing a bed with another male, he was not sure he would ever be that much dizyntk."It is a female. I am not sure that I will ever be comfortable with the thought. ' She began to cry again. 'They didn't have to... to... I'd have given it to them!'I found a disc which the rapists had left behind and put it on the DVD player. It showed Evangeline kneeling astride the coffee table which was splashed with the produce of earlier activity. Zac dabbled his finger in the pool of viscous fluid then used it to lubricate her tightly clenched sphincter. He struggled to fit his helmet shaped glans into the tight opening. Her muffled grunts of pain and his of effort. That’s not to say they didn’t understand what was going on with me. My twelve-year-old (going on fifty) told me I was a forty-year-old adolescent. I suppose I should have been angry, but she had a point. My seven-year-old was just an easy-going perfect little daughter. I tried keeping my adult life separate but didn’t do too well in that department. They met my first girlfriend one weekend at the marina, where I kept my boat when she showed up while we were having lunch at the cantina.Melanie.