He didn’t want to fuck with me anymore, he knew I could kick his ass.”When asked what exactly took place during this time period, she replied “W...at, are you a pervert too?”He told her no I am not a pervert. I was asking to gain insight into your condition. So far as I can determine, you were assaulted by you father for a period of about eight years?”“Yes that sound about right the asshole, can’t really call him a dad can you?”“I don’t suppose you could.” He replied.“I never did.” Was the simple. I started fucking her missionary. She didn't seem all that responsive to a few sensual things that I tried. So I put my arm under her leg and pinned her knee up level with her chest. Then I fucked I her as hard as I could. She came for ages.She seemed really happy the next morning. She said something about me being more 'enthusiastic'. I guess that translates as more dominant. She said I’d been assertive and that I told her what I wanted to do. So I guess maybe that was ‘bury my cock deep in. I remember that I liked the idea of learning English more and more. I remembered that from September we are supposed to have classes in a language school once a week. Recently, I have been thinking more and more about Mrs. Wong, but it was just my fantasy that I would impress her with the knowledge of the language. I wanted to be a top student, so that she would pay attention to me. Anything to catch her gaze so I can immerse myself in those eyes. On the other hand, I knew that my language. I have a special healing potion that will cure almost anything short of death. I’ve had it for years. But I promised Captain Beckett and my father I would only use it on myself or another member of the family. It’s a last resort when everything else has failed.“Giving me that potion was a rite of passage: realizing that people think you are more important. And promising to save yourself rather than those people around you who die so you can live.“If I did that ... if I saved her, then I would.