“How could I have enjoyed something like that, even a little bit?” Emma struggled to put what Eliza had told her out of her head and focus on the ...leasant notes of the tea. But the flashes kept blaring across her mind. The names they would call her, the things they would do to her. Disgusting! she crowed to herself over and over, but the teacup shook in a hand that loged to be between its owner’s legs. The minute the second hour ended, Emma stood up resolutely. “Let’s get this over with,” she. Although Chris was a natural athlete, his uncle had taught him the basics of baseball, football and other sports. He and Chris had also spent a lot of time hunting and fishing together. Heather had always been secretly grateful that Chris had had such a strong male figure in his life.Heather may have been reluctant to see her off to school, but she wasn't going to delay things by driving slowly. It wasn't long before they pulled into the parking lot next to Harmon Hall, Chris' dormitory. The. . I don't like calling you that. Doesn't that mean queen? Don't you have a nickname? I can't call you cunt all the time."I used to have a nickname. Most of the way through school the kids called me Reggie. I hated it. I didn't like being called by a boy's name. I certainly didn't want him calling me that. I shook my head.Tommy thought about it for a few seconds and said, "I'm gonna call you Reggie. You're just a cunt now. You ain't no queen."Fuck!!"Reggie, this is my kid, TT. That's short for. I made the excuse that I rather not drive back all the way and come again if he did not mind me just waiting here and I could read and do homework while I waited. He allowed me in. That left me alone with Steve. I asked if I could go and sit on one of the lounge chairs by the pool and read there. He opened the back door to let me through. I parked myself on the lounge chair facing the house, sat with my legs up, curled one leg while keeping the other straight and parted them enough knowing.
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