There were two dozen or so little bottles with chemicals in them. A few were a liquid, kind of like water, with a symbol on them like a pirate flag. I...knew it meant poison but Mr. Hendrix made sure to announce that that's what it did mean and that it wasn't pirate rum so don't try to drink it. Betsy Lou actually laughed out loud when he said that until she caught herself and got all serious again. I didn't because I knew some of the kids in that class would have thought exactly that or would. I was the fair-haired boy in the company. Eventually I could see myself running the place. My future looked great.So I knew Helen was going to screw around on me. I just knew it. I'm supposed to ditch all the rest of the good stuff because of that? I'm supposed to throw the baby out with the bath water?It was a question of balance. Didn't the 98% good outweigh the 2% potentially awful? I was determined to try to understand her motivation. I was going to deal with it, when it happened, in a. I could feel myself beingstretched open; and while he had his hands gripped firmly on my hips Icould not move or try and escape him.By his fifth or sixth slow gentle thrust he was completely inside meand I could feel his balls hitting my inner thigh and pussy-lips. Thepain was easing and I allowed him to rock me back and forth impaling meup to his nuts each time."Fuck yes, you whore, tell me you love being fucked bitch," he hissed.To which I dutifully replied, "O-o-oh y-yes Daddy I love having. "Get the fuck out of here, you bitch." I whispered angrily. "Come on, Jimmy. You said you'd visit me a week ago..." Becca said, putting her right hand on my chest. I swiped her hand away with disgust on my face, "Walk off my porch, into your truck, and floor it befor-" "Before what? Before your sister clotheslines me? Don't play stupid with me," she put a her right hand on my face and rubbed her thumb over my lips, "I know what you and your sister have been doing.." "You don't shit, BITCH," I.