Britney did as she was told, falling to her knees softly. Glancing over at the couch, the photographs that had gotten her to the situation she was in ...ow sat just mere inches from her, mocking her. Robert placed his hands on his hips and began giving Britney orders. "Unzip my pants, drop them to the floor and take out my cock," he said. Her hand shaking, Britney reluctantly unzipped Robert's jeans and shook them loose from his legs. Wearing a pair of black boxer briefs, Britney could see his. I didn't feel it was my place. I figured you had it handled." I didn't mean then, Merrigan. I meant after Tyson forced you to have sex with him."Merrigan visibly flinched. Slowly she turned around, the pained expression back. "He ... he didn't force me. I wanted it." Bull shit."Merrigan flinched again, and her eyes welled with tears. She sunk back into the chair, her head hung low. She was quiet for a long time. Brianna glanced at the clock. Her class was drawing to a close, but she didn't want. All those days spent reading lesbian websites, all those hours pining for Kristen Stewart and listening to Tegan and Sara – that was all just in my head. No one in the world knew about that but me. Now reality was about to break in. Be still my heart. In the back of the cab I remember laughing to myself and repeating over and over, “Oh my god. I can’t believe I’m doing this.”I was completely sober, and here I was being driven to a bar that I had never been to, alone at 12:30 at night. No one. We kept our stories simple, but factual. We were all about asleep in bed when the first Molotov struck the house and we heard the sounds of intruders at the front door trying to break in. There were several big blood trails leading to where the cars had been parked during the attempt at the home invasion, suggesting that at least four gang members had lost enough blood right here on our street to be considered life threatening. The big powerful 7.62 NATO bullets from Kathy's FAL had also likely.