Maybe this was why Sandra’s actions in having a piss in front of me had given me such a thrill?The day had passed and I had climbed into my bed. San...ra returned from the bathroom with a naughty smile on her face. For a moment my imagination raced at the prospect of her joining me in my bed, the shedding of our nightshirts the beginning of what was to follow. How wrong I was…‘What are you doing?’ I asked as Sandra lowered herself into a squat at the end of my bed, whilst staring at me with her. "That's all we need. Why do you haveto lie sometimes?" Well, people don't like the truth, at least not the true truth." So, you could be lying to us all then?" His eyes wandered over to theemergency hatch. A quick throw, a quick switch and she would be blownout into space without another thought. Just in case."I don't lie without a purpose."He chuckled. "I'm sure everyone lies with a purpose." But I only have one purpose." Which is?"She cocked her head sideways and looked surprised, eyes. One day, my anger got the best of me and I pushed a boy down. He fell and hit his head causing a serious injury to him. The whole thing was blown way out of proportion. As a result, I was sent to a psychiatrist. This is where my life took a dramatic turn.The diagnosis was borderline psychotic. I was prescribed Risperadol. My Mom decided to retire and homeschool me. Things went very well for a few years. I was less anxious and engulfed by my moms love.Soon after I turned 12, came another blow to. He was “the” ultimate young male, and he knew it. And he had big, big plans for the next stage of this ridiculous fuck-fest he had put in place for himself.At 1:30, wearing just a pair of light silk boxers, he emerged in the main living room of the penthouse, where all ten girls were anxiously waiting to hear who was staying and who was going. To their great disappointment, he dismissed four of the girls he had ruled out, thanking them for the fun they’d given him this week.As soon as they.