“You can call me Abby,” she said and tucked her hair behind her ear, exposing the side of her face and an exquisite cheekbone. That simple gestur...e struck him as extremely feminine. “My name is John,” he said, staring at her bare left shoulder. “Do you mind staying with me for a while? It’s nice to have someone to talk to.” He noticed that her right arm was casted at a 90 degree angle to her body, with her elbow bent at the same angle. “Great. I’m bored too. Your car is not very talkative.”. I am standing there, in just a tshirt, and no panties. I can feel someone coming up behind me, and I can feel the butterflies in my stomach. He is behind me now, i can feel him breathing on the back of my neck. his hands push my hair off my shoulders, and he kisses my neck. He starts to suck and lick me up and down my neck onto my collarbone. Goosebumps start to cover my body as his hands come around me and grasp my breasts. HE pulls my shirt off, and rolls my nipples in his fingers. I turn. “What happened to you Neska,” he asked me quietly, he seemed concerned and I wanted to reach over and hug him, but I stayed still, not sure what to really do at this moment. “Nothing happened to me,” I said almost in a defensive manner. Nothing about me had changed over these last few year, the only thing that changed is that I had a family that had completely given up on me and none of them seemed to really care to much about it. “Maybe it was you that something happened to, not me.” Nolan. Brian had shed his own tears that night, forgiving a childhood of neglect, deprivation, and hardship. The words of Pastor Kelvin and the magic of Christmas Eve had worked their magic on Brian, finally breaking down a lifetime of barriers erected through hungry nights, cold mornings, and threadbare clothes.The child of an alcoholic bulldozer operator and a mother who was simply alcoholic, Brian had navigated life cringing. He still feared a hard slap to the head, a belt across his back, or.