He hit her again. And again. And again. Each time watching the red area get larger. He lost himself in his aching palm, it would probably be bruised t...morrow. He was hitting her too hard, and he knew it but.. Her cries stoked him higher, and when he crouched beside her to see the tears on her cheeks and the pain in her eyes, the part of the world he tried to anchor himself in started to slip away. He was losing his head. He struck her again. He couldnt stop. Every single inch of her round. The dog barked and ran at me nearly causing me to stumble as its sudden appearance had surprised me.“Hey, boy,” I said, not even looking to see what gender the animal was. I bent down to try and pat the beast to make him see I was not frightened and was no threat.The dog did calm and I could then see he was indeed male and intact. He had a small patch of white on his under belly. He sniffed at me and then grabbed me by wrapping his paws around my waist.The bikers just watched, as I tried to get. ” Jeff stood up and calmly walked into the women’s bathroom where they were not likely to be interrupted by the all-male customers of the dirty, old tavern. No one but Britney seemed to notice Jeff’s departure. She in turn walked into the rarely used women’s bathroom without being missed. The bathroom was one of the dirtiest places either of them had ever set foot in. A row of stalls faced a row of sinks in the brightly lit room. Cracked and unwashed mirrors sat on the wall above the sinks The. I took them willingly. It didn’t matter that it happened several more times. All that mattered was that I surrendered my young virtue and sacrificed my integrity as a result. I think from that point on I lived for the sole purpose of rebellion. That didn’t mean I capitulated education and advancement, not at all. I excelled in academia and I understood what it would bring down the road, even at that young age. Rebellion for me was indulging in pot and ecstasy, staying out all night at the.