And, girl, you will be needing me; it’s nature as the man said.” She watched as the man rose, turned, and walked out of the store’s lunchroom wh...re he had closeted her to make his pitch.That she’d let the man use her in lieu of the outrageous amount of money he wanted for the “good” stuff weighed on her conscience. But she had lost the weight, her friend at the store had been right; the drugs might have been illegal, but they were also effective. The good news was that they, the drugs, had not. He pushed me against the wall and one hand began to play with my small breasts.“You’re just a tiny breasted cunt that wants to be fucked, aren’t you?” he asked, squeezing my small breasts in each hand.Then he pushed against my body; I could feel he had dropped his pants as his hard cock rubbed between my ass cheeks. He began to pull gently on my nipples.“You’re a whore with your cunt in the wrong place and you want to be fucked like a real whore, don’t you?” he asked, pulling harder on my. He'd first proposed sitting on her shoulder as he did mine with the tail touching her neck, but she quickly vetoed that idea; she had, apparently, something of a phobia about things coming near her throat. Understandable in a singer, I supposed, though it had never bothered me. Idly I wondered whether that might change in time, now that I'd found my full voice.The wrist thing, though, wasn't a total success. I'd noticed before that she had a tendency to talk with her hands; apparently during. Mom cleared her throat. "Bill, now that you have some time off, I hope you'll find someone and start dating again. All work and no play, you know."Where in the hell had that come from? "...start dating again?" Good God, I had my hands full trying to get in her pants and, once I was there, there wouldn't be anyone else for a long time. "I don't know, Mom. I really don't want to get involved with anyone else right now." I said, "...with anyone else" for her benefit. She knew who I wanted to be.