The drive was miserable. I cursed and screamed at other drivers. I whipped myself into a fury. More than once, I had to pull over and cry.All the whil..., I could only wonder one thing: Why?It was dark by the time I got there. Don and Suzie lived in an exclusive suburban neighbourhood. You know the kind: the houses start at three quarters of a million dollars and all look the same. Four thousand square feet, brick façade cookie-cutter homes.I pulled into the driveway next to McKayla's BMW and got. For the rest of your life, you will be nothing but the school slut and a whore. And that’s all you deserve.”She was shocked by my admission and didn’t know how to respond. After several minutes of silence, I told Faith that we were going to tell the police and then our parents. I was afraid to go to the area police station even though it was only a few blocks away, in fear that we were being followed. So when I got home, I called and talked to this nice woman who said she could come over in a. Each time I went under, one or the other would grab me and set me upright – and proceeded to the next dunking! This was the usual boy-girl playing around, and, as might be expected, there was a considerable amount of boy-feeling-girl play thrown in. I was continually pulled up by my boobs, each man getting a real feel as they “helped” me. I was not surprised at Alan grabbing me that way, but the first time Bob got me I was suddenly aware that Alan had to have seen Bob’s hands on my breasts, and. She had chosen her way of life, but poor Derek was merely a victim.Sister Mary-Margaret thought she could win Derek over with love and daily lessons in catechism. At first, Derek was responsive. Sister Mary-Margaret was very kind and gentle, but Derek considered the catechism lessons boring and useless. But he remained on good behavior for fear of the beatings being re-instated. The Reverend Mother was being fooled into believing Sister Mary-Margaret’s tactics where working, but the good sister.