My ultimate plans required as many friends as I could cultivate. I didn't want to wear out our welcome, so we left for the next inhabited cave on Alic...'s list. The seventh adult in that group was a young "man" who had just turned 14 years old and was looking for a wife. His name was "Solid as a Rock," and I feared that might refer to his head. To my pleased surprise, he turned out to be quite intelligent. His name referred to his strength and stamina. He joined us on our journey, since he had. He was overweight but still strong and at his age of 78 he had earned the right to eat and drink what and when he wanted. The reason he took classes was simpler though: the young college coeds. He maintained a visible presence in the school to talk with and flirt with the coed that went there. They of course had no interest in a man whom was old enough to be their grandfather but they would flirt with and tease him. And for him that had been enough. It had not been until recently a friend of. This was real.Crap. She had been so consumed with if it would happen, she had forgotten to plan for when it happened. Most of the preparations had already been made, sure, but—was she even laying in a normal position?Her arms were bent above her head, a mat of curls between the meat of her arm and the curve of her cheek. That was more or less normal. Even if she slept in the fetal position most nights, it wasn’t out of the ordinary for people to toss in turn in their sleep. Still, her knees. There was blood and semen all over my legs and bed, I was in pain. The door banged open “Clean up this mess you slag, and if you say anything to Carol or Jasmine your sisters next.” I couldn’t say anything, he had me under his control. I was struggling with anger and hatred and was emotional and tearful too! I felt useless. When my Mum and Sister returned I said nothing. “You ok sweetness,” my mum enquired, I nodded yes. The next day I dressed in some more new clothes my Mum had bought me..