I’ll do anything. I’ll let them do anything at all. Yet they continued to refuse her.After hours of torment and denial she was finally left alone,...exhausted but still beset by the craving for release that had consumed her for so long she could barely remember her own name. Her head slumped to the table, forcefully driving the hook deep into her rectum, but she no longer cared. Suffering a few more minutes of utter wretchedness, she finally fell half-asleep; miserable, impaled, and. I wanted to know what you were doing. I need some help with something, if you weren't busy. 'Bye.”After saving the number in my phone, I called back, and a female voice picked up. “Hey, Sally.” “Oh, hi,” was the response I got back.“I got your voicemail. I didn't answer because I don't have your number saved. What did you need help with?”“I'd rather just tell you when I see you next. What are you doing now?”“I got home from work not long ago, so, honestly, I'm not doing much of anything.”. She felt horribly violated as he took liberties with her young body. She suffered his large, clammy hands as they slid up and grasped her youthful breasts in his palms, encircling the bra-encased flesh, squeezing.He let his fingers run over her naked flesh, the upper breasts that peeked out the top of her bra, running along her cleavage, feeling the goose bumps appear as he molested her. "Turn around." His hands at her waist, turning her back to him. She knew it was so he could strip her bra. She hoped with all her heart that he might still care.Mary-Tess met Rachel outside of the school building. They usually walked home together. "Rachel, guess what?" Mary-Tess said with excitement. "I have a date for the dance tonight!" Great! Who is it?" Rachel asked. "What about this morning in the bathroom when you were crying over Cory and Clara?" Well, I decided to fight fire with fire. I'm going to try my best to make him jealous!Bo has asked me to go to the dance...and I accepted." You did.