I finally couldnt take it anymore. Am I hurting you, Kiara? Brent asked not really concerned about me. Yes, Brent, Im sorry, but this hurts like hell,...stop! I said in pure pain. Itll start to feel good, this is just the beginning, I promise babe. Would I hurt you? Brent asked as he was about to break my hymen. I stared at him with my desperate green eyes and he stared at me back with his deep blue eyes. Brent was supposed to be at football practice, so the guys would be coming in any minute.. Her image captured forever. The middle-sized man stepped forward and paced around the girl eyeing her from top to bottom. “Take your shoes and socks off, Sophie, and step into the centre of the blanket,” the middle-sized man whispered as he circled her a third time, his eyes never leaving her small frame. Sophie crouched down and placed her bag on the ground before unbuckling her shoes and removing them one at a time. She placed them side-by-side next to the bag before sitting on her bottom. She then told me that my mum had said they were away and had asked her to drop in to see I was okay which knowing my mother sound about right!“So are you going to make me a coffee then” she asked “or just stand there”? I moved to the kitchen to put the kettle on and made the said coffee which I was much in need off. I was not too sure what to say to her but all was fine as she chatted away about when we were k**s and the games we use to play.She laughed at my obvious embarrassment when she. He had been introduced to alcohol several years ago, as some of his closest associates in the garment industry drank at every conceivable opportunity. He liked drinking. He admitted that one or two drinks after work with his American friends did not break any moral code. He would casually sit at the bar and order a light beer. The beer relaxed him at first, but after three or four he felt more than loose, and in that period when relaxation gives way to a light inebriation, he knew he should.