You will be having your period every month from now on. Did you notice that I left you tampons and feminine napkins the last time I came to visit?" I ...hought they were some kind of cruel joke..." I muttered."No joke. And now you'll need to use them. Just a tampon at first, but on heavy days you may need multiple forms of protection." But ... I don't understand," I cried. "Is this real blood?" Yes, it is your real blood. And you can expect the cramps, moodiness, and all the rest of it." But .... He forced me back against the door and snarled “I’ll show you where I got my PhD from, you mouthy bitch.” He pressed his body against mine as he bent my arms down to my side. I felt his hard cock pressing against my leg as he leaned into my ear to whisper “I’ll show you why my Pi Kappa Alpha brothers called me “Big Dick Jeff” you ungrateful bitch.” I don’t know why I didn’t fight back or scream or even try to head butt him. I’m still confused as to why this turned me on. He grabbed my left tit. He hadnt changed at all, but she was too big to carry anymore. They walked together instead, and the trip made Amina feel very grown up. The quiet stranger looked at her from under the brim of his wide hat and for a second she felt self-conscious, thinking she should have worn something more flattering. But then she decided that was silly. He wouldnt care about things like that. This time Amina climbed the cemetery wall on her own, knees and elbows scrambling. A trail of flickering candles led. I stand and reach for the dresser, hoping that my intruder has left his phone there. No luck. My cell phone is in my backpack, down stairs. Damn. I whisper. I can hear the TV on down stairs blaring some cop show or action movie. Hoping my intruder is sleeping I begin to work on the knot around my wrist. After several minutes of struggling I manage to loosen it enough to slip out of. Throwing on my jeans and a t-shirt, I carefully head down the stairs. The stairs creak a bit under my weight but.