I struggled with an idea for a moment, and finally shrugged my shoulders. What did I have to lose?With a more purposeful stride I walked back into the...school and went to my locker. None of the hall monitors saw me, and I made my way to the library unchallenged. I had about twenty minutes. I wrote furiously. It took about four pages, but I got my thoughts down and after reading through the message, I nodded.There were about five minutes of class remaining when I dropped the note in Missy's. Gilbert swallowed hard before he could answer. "Ok Jaicie. What weekends are you available?"Jaicie was amazed. "I'll have to check my calendar and get back to you." Great. I'll be looking forward to your visit." Ok, bye." Bye."Gilbert was excited that he was going to meet Jaicie, and that she was going to dominate him.Jaicie wondered if she really wanted to meet Gilbert. Who was she kidding, of course she wanted to meet him and spend time with him. He seemed a very safe way from her to act out. With skanky workman’s hands excitedly controlling my head, my throat received a harsh bashing from his large mushroom headed knob. When he finally unloaded, his cum had an unpleasant bitter taste.Not far behind Kenny, Chevy also spewed in my backside shortly, before we finally got dressed and moved back to the bar.“Where are you staying?” Chevy asked me, back at the bar counter.When I mentioned the hotel he let out an approving sigh, telling me that he had heard that this was the fanciest hotel. Oh the idiocy of deranged suburban social statuses. It was never really about me, it was all about outdoing their fellow "good doer" and foster kids tend to hit the top of the philanthropy charts. I never knew my mom, and because she was a teenage crack whore, I've lived my entire seventeen years like the ugly puppy in the pound, that no one has the heart to put out of it's misery. Lush green hills rolled by outside my window. My face was in a blank stare, I stopped crying over foster.