Her head was down. Red glints, he thought. Slowly, she lifted her hands to the buttons. It was his turn. “No!” He took her hands in his, pulled he... to him, her softness against the back of his knuckles. Head down, she struggled against him, struggled against his hardness, a strong, determined woman. She bent her head and bit his hand. That enraged him. Sue me then, bitch, was his last conscious thought. Going with her strength, he let her go back, off balance, then spun her round. One hand. But he was strong, and in truth, she didn't try all that hard. He scooted one of the chairs away from the table and sat down, then pulled her down and over his lap.The little muse was wearing a plaid schoolgirl skirt, a white cotton blouse, tube socks and black maryjanes. Pretty white panties peeked from under her skirt, and he'd already noticed she'd neglected her brassiere."Friday, I think I'm going to enjoy this," he said as he tugged her skirt up to her waist and ran his hand over her. She always left boys hanging or at least gave them a bj to cool their sexual urges. But none in the neighbourhood could deny the raised voices in the Lennon home as Sasha dropped the bomb, refusing to even name the father as she ignored her father's shouting and her mother's suspicious looks, rubbing her belly lovingly at the thought of the offspring growing deep inside her. It was a mystery.Or at least it would have remained a mystery to Barbara if she hadn't gone to the nearby neighbourhood. After all, I'd been theaggressor, forcing myself on him before he could stop me....I sat down next to him. "Why the fuck didn't you tell me?" I never wanted to have sex with you, Missy. I just wanted to dress upwith you, to be your girlfriend," he sniffled. "But you were sobeautiful...even then, I didn't think I could, and I didn't know you weregoing to, before it was too late. And then...God, it felt so damn good!And it's been so damn long...but I could have stopped you. I'm so sorry. You.