No, he wanted to rape me – to get back at me for hurting him. I didn’t fight it. I didn’t have it in me to fight.?Please, ? I begged as he pushe...d me to the bed. ?don’t hurt me.?He growled at me and ignored my plea.?Shut the fuck up, bitch,? he said as he flung me around and roughly pulled my jeans off of me.I was scared. I’m tiny; four feet eleven inches tall and less than a hundred pounds. John could easily kill me without even trying and, angry as he was, there was nothing I could do to stop. I didn’t get a phone call. It wasn’t on the local news or even in the paper. I came home one day and found a message on my answering machine telling me when I started. It wasn’t exactly a magical hiring notice. ‘What I remember is how much work I had to put in to feel I was doing the job I was hired for. I had to do a lot of reading and review. I had to decide what to put in my courses and what to leave out. I had to develop tests and figure out how I would get them graded. I had to decide how. ”“Sure thing, John,” Billy said, “Buh-bye.”“Talk to you soon,” John said, hanging up.Mickey Mills? Sea-Guard Trucking? George couldn’t be 100 percent right, could he?John went down to the lobby, and up to the front desk, and rang the bell. The desk clerk came out looking surly, and asked, “Whaddaya want?”“I’d like you to call me a cab.”“Ok, you’re a cab.”“Hahaha.”“That all?”“Yes,” John said, “Just call me a cab.”“I already called you a cab, pal.”“Son,” John said, “I am not in the mood for this. I used my mom’s bath gel and gave myself a thorough wash and when I was done, I was all smooth and silky like a girl! I felt so turned on looking at my smooth naked body in the mirror and my clitty started getting hard.I managed to tuck the small erection between my thunder thighs and wore my black silk panties and it looked perfect. It was as If I didn’t have a cock between there. I then chose a matching black underwire bra and clasped the hooks. The underwire gave my titties support and.