“You ever get laid?” “What?” “Laid! Screwed, fucked, had sex, done the bed bounce boogie! Or are you still as pure as new fucking snow?” he growled with heavy sarcasm. I was shocked into silence, even for my asshole father this was over the top. I looked at the five empty beer bottles beside his chair and shuddered, it was going to be another long night before I could escape to my room. My male parent is not exactly a father figure I could be proud of. He is a bitter alcoholic cripple, trapped in a wheel chair indian unless my brother and I wrestled him to bed. He lost his legs above the knees in a subway accident so we lived off a small insurance pension, most of which went to beer and pot which was delivered by one of his ex-con friends. My brother and I were stuck with him when mom got fed up with his desi drunken verbal abuse and abandoned us to him. She was shacking with the same greasy lawyer that helped her get the divorce while I endured the stares and rude comments of my dear father’s buddies. About a year after she left mom asked me if I wanted to come live with her, but her sleazebag asked me to give him a blowjob while she was in the bath so I backed off. At least in the trailer I didn’t have to worry about getting raped in my sleep. I would be eighteen in five weeks and I couldn’t wait to get the fuck out of the crud covered double-wide garbage pit I had to call home. “Answer me you fucking little twat! You ever let the boys stick you?” “Shut the hell up you drunk bastard, I got enough fucking problems with just you, I don’t need any more.” He ogled me with bloodshot eyes that told me he was stoned as well as drunk. Great, a real winning combination for a bitched-up night. I wondered where my brother was, he could help by being here. Dad would focus on him and tell him what a fucking wimp ass little dick sucker he was. I felt sorry for my younger brother but at least when he was here, I didn’t have to take so much crap. As for me I wasn’t the pure little innocent my father might have wanted. I had secrets but I sure as hell wasn’t going to share them with him. He looked at me up and down and said more to himself than me, “Girl got a body looks like that, she’s fucking the whole goddamn town.” He leveled his bitter gaze at me again, “Why don’t you sell what you got, earn your goddamn keep around here?” I stormed out of the room to cook dinner. My brother Max would be home from his part time job soon and he would be hungry. Max and I were close, we had to be in that dump. He and I protected each other, cared for each other; we relied on the sanity and solidarity of our relationship as brother and sister. I recently graduated high school in spite of the mess of my life and he would be a senior at the end of summer. We both had part time jobs to earn a little money for ourselves; dad didn’t share any of his except for food and some bills. He wasted all his spare change on being wasted. That night after we struggled to get our unconscious father out of his wheels and into bed Max and I sat in the living room and let the hostility of our parent drain away. I told my brother about dad’s latest barrage of questions which shook him up, “Does he know?” he asked uneasily. “No, he just thinks all women are fucking whores so I fit right in. He don’t know shit about what I do. “Your mistress has heard of my army's route in Anaopeth?” I had seen it happen in some of the porn that Lyn and I watched late at night. “You’re safe now, that’s all you should know. “Later,” I told her. “You know, Sean…I wish we could swim here all year long. She responded quite well. Fortunately, Queen Triada had already started speaking to the few leaders that were still alive. Soon her husband pulled out of her pussy and climbed off the bed. The pain washed from me, detoxifying me with poison, numbing me with opium for the soul. “Hey there big boy.” she called in her best deep voice. She held onto indian my hips and gave me a few more strokes before desi pulling it out. He was my Master. “Mmm, Leann, lick me clean while they cum on us.” Just like I had when Master fucked me the day before while I was paused. I push in as deep as I can and you bite your lip to keep from screaming. “Now you have me, just what will you do with me, my pet,” He whispered as he lowed his mouth to her neck. She looked confused for a second. “I really hope it’s not cold.” We slowly and clumsily climbed into the water. Hard on the heels of those thoughts came the realization that I was going to fuck her when ever I got the chance, no matter how much of a chance I had of getting caught. I'd sure hate to have to marry her!" Before I transported a skeleton fitted with the collar and shackles along with the ash to replace Kathleen. 'Do you see any change now,' he said and waited for her answer. I shuddered, my hands gripping her thighs as she whimpered. "WHO IS IT?" “I know, your twat tastes amazing,” gasped another woman. Her eyes were glassy, and her voice breathless. “K, Mandy-meister. “I’m not sick,” the young man said, entwining his fingers nervously, “I have a… I have a spiritual problem.” She kissed Erin harder, savoring the taste of the girl. Carol set her elbow down and the bed between his legs.