A few minutes pass , i take the rolled up tenner from my stocking and hoof up a line and as im recovering from the poke in the eye it gives me i hear ...teps approaching from outside ,i quickly slide the tenner back to safety as my heart thumps like fuck ..no backing out now..im there for a reason , and giving in to nerves doesnt get your ass fucked.. the footsteps reach the door of the toilets and scuff their way in , and head my way , past the first 3 cubicles before halting to a dead stop. When I started high school I weighed about eighty pounds and was flat-chested. I wore braces and looked like a complete nerd. I was often mistaken for eleven or twelve. I had no self-esteem and I thought I was the ugliest girl in the school. It didn’t help that my older sister was the beautiful and popular one in the family. She would tell me how ugly I was every day. She was evil in every sense of the word.My parents were very religious so I was raised in the church and very much sheltered.. He producesit as if from nowhere, like a magician. "See this?" He aims it at her car,pushes the plunger about a quarter of the way and a tight spray of liquid squirtsout on to the door. The paint immediately begins to bubble up. It peels away,hissing and steaming. "What are you doing?!" she shrieks. He reaches behind her with his left hand and seizes her outside wrist ina painful grip. Then turns the syringe and points it at her face. "It's filled with an acid concentrate," he informs her. I picked his bag and brought it in. Closing the door behind him, he came in. Sat on the couch, and I got him a beer. Both were nervous and excited as hell. 3 days, no hurry.After half the beer, he got up and started to change for a shower. He stood up after removing his shoes and socks. Unzipped his fly, then took off his shirt. His smooth chest with brown nipples was making me warm.Then he slid down the jeans, and as he bent, his pert buns stood out from his black boxers. Slim thighs, taut,.