After a couple of years my Father got a better job and we moved to a house that was about 5 miles from the home we had lived in since I was born. By p...re chance the family of my young friend moved into the next street just a few months later so our friendship continued.We went through senior school together and of course our circle of friends grew. She even dated a couple of my friends, nothing serious just teenage stuff, and to be honest the general opinion was that she was a touch on the. " To that nigger girl and her bastard?" Yes, to Sue Ellen and Mark. If we were to adopt them, then I couldmarry you with a clear conscious." I ain't gonna adopt no nigger girl, or her bastard son!" I'm sorry. I would like to say 'yes', but I need to protect andcare for them." Why? Is she your girlfriend?" Even if I could tell you anymore, you wouldn't believe me. What Ican tell you is that Sue Ellen was raped, and the father was white. I'm sorry. I wish things were different. I really. I looked down to see the red mark where it struck me. Then I felt the pain. It was like being cut by a giant paper cut. I let out a scream at the same time as the second lash tore into my breasts and my upper back. A third and fourth lash followed. She came over and spun my body around. The lashes were now hitting every part of me. I looked down to see a criss cross pattern of red stripes covering my body. I was so traumatised that I hadn't noticed that she had stopped until she knelt in front. Usually for fun for himself and his buddies, theywould drink beer and watch the faggot shove household items up his boytwat. The had forced him to shove a broom handle up his ass and dance around thatway for thirtyminutes...as well as a flashlight, a baseball bat, arollingPin, several cucumbers, and all kinds of other stuff. Sometimes the faggothad to miss school because he couldn't walk. His stretched out hole was simply too sore. His grades went from straight A's down toD's and nobodyknew.