Her eyes were in there state of horror. He smiled evilly as one of her taloned fingers slowly dragged down her shirt of leather making a zipping sound...as the garment barely containing her ample chest, began to split on its own, just needing the little extra help from the talon.Her breasts became exposed as Laura did the only thing she could, stare in horror. One of his vile hands slowly slid up from her belly to her left breast slowly squeezing the high C-cup breast.She wasn't even the most. She was back in class, and after dealing with her father it was relatively easy to hide her terror when her a certain teacher had walked past. She felt cold as his eyes skimmed over her, completely oblivious to the fact that he had raped her just two weeks ago, but then he was gone and it passed. At least she wasn't in any of his classes. She had become very good at pretending it had never happened. She hadn't had to hide, crying in the disabled restrooms today as she had before, and had. I don’t know about her, but since I was from a different city, I didn’t care what they thought.Me: “Where are we going baby?” She: “To a different pub that I know”Me: “How far is it? I can’t wait”She: “Wait for what?”Me: “…Nothing”She: “Go ahead, tell me. You want to fuck me?”Me: (Quite)She: “Don’t be shy”Me: “I want to take a leak first”She: “But you just went”Me: “I had a lot to drink”She: “5 minutes”We reached in 9-10 minutes and I paid for the couple entry charges. This was a small place. Remus recovered quickly from his nearly fatal wound, but the stiffness and pain in his shoulder would need some time to resolve. Gilleena spent at least an hour of every day with him to help him through the emotional trauma of losing his twin, the person he’d spent nearly every day of his life with for more than sixty-four years. It was a concern to all of us that, aside from dinner and the visits from Gilleena, he spent nearly all his time alone now.A couple of months after losing Romulus, I.