It sounded so intense that I thought she was frightened."What?" I asked.She spread my knees wider and moved herself lower to look more directly betwee... my legs, and I think I moaned from the sensation."It's - it's..." What?" I asked.Kristi carefully replied, "Katherine - you..." Kristi - tell me." Oh God, It's so pink - I didn't - I mean - I never thought it could be so pretty."At that point I grabbed my own knees and pulled them as wide as I could and arched my pelvis up toward Kristi, trying. I ended up getting expelled from three schools before I was eight years old I realised I had plenty to learn in the next couple of years things that would map out the rest of my life, A catholic priest who convinced my mother to allow me with nine other boys to go camping in the grounds of a nunnery so my mother agreed and off we went A priest his helper and ten boys on this adventure, when we arrived we got our two bell tents up and had some food all well and good I hear you say well it was. The sound of it yanks me away from my fear as I realise that he can do me no harm, trapped as he now is. The rumbling and shaking slows and eventually stops until the only sound I hear is the demons low moans and gasps of pain. I stride confidently toward him, my fear forgotten and replaced with a rage unlike anything I have ever experienced. Seething anger rolls off me as I stalk around the immobile, kneeling figure of the creature who would have raped me. My breathing is short and fast, air. A few seconds later he heard multiple voices arguing silently from the cafeteria and smirked as his plan began to fall into place. “You guys can't be here, the soup kitchen's been closed.” She smiled sweetly, “but feel free to come back next Saturday and we'll be sure to-” “Drop it you little cunt!” the leader of the five men group seemed to be the one Terri had conversed with earlier. “We're sick and tired of this bullshit. We come in every Saturday and you mock us and talk down to us like.