"Jeans? You're wearing jeans, you stupid bitch?" His other hand slipped down and pressed against my belly and suddenly my jeans were unbuttoned, his...hand grinding down between my legs as I squirmed against the wall, shock, fear, and, deep in the pit of my stomach, a trembling excitement filling me as he manhandled me, his strength overpowering.He spun me around so quickly by the time I thought to fight my face was pressed hard against the wall, his hand against the back of my head, his body. " What about the telescope?" called Claire. Which caused a small frown on the mother's face."You're right, but it's made of X-rays which can go through anything, so it doesn't make a lump in the jacket. It's not part of the trick from now on, so it doesn't matter, Claire."I picked up the jacket with one hand, pinching it in the middle of the back and lifting like it was a large hanky. I picked up the saucer with the other hand and walked the rest of the way to the front door. I lowered the. The grey day outside seemed appropriate for the nerve-wracking experience we were undergoing. Had we done enough to pass, and go on to the second year? I told myself that I had, and I told Julie that I was sure she had too; but we both knew that I might be wrong.After a somewhat silent breakfast, when nobody really ate their usual amount, we all put our anoraks on, and headed off towards the Union.I suppose that we were quietly confident; we knew that we had attended all our lectures and had. I didnt mind. I felt his muscles and his skin, so smooth. He grabbed me by the jaw, brought me toward is face and stuck his tounge in my mouth. We stood like that for a pretty long time. Then, I decided to ride his dirty pony. Helping me adjust, I felt his firm hands yet again on my hips. He seemed controlling, so he was really the one who placed me. I felt him moving in and out of me from underneath, and stopped him so I could do the work. I moved myself, up and down. I felt his strong hands.