"My words were muffled by his hand, but his laughter clearly showed he knew what I had tried to say."Oh, little girl, soon you'll be begging for somet...hing else."He gripped my head with his other hand and dragged me to my feet, my scream muffled as I scrunched up my face in pain. I stumbled as he dragged me behind him, my nails clawing at the firm grip he had on my hair. He pulled me out of the kitchen and into the living room, pausing suddenly as if he was in thought. He pulled harder against. I needed really another thing.I decided to go down to a nearer bar. It was normally filled with rough people, truckers and wanderers. I knew that I would get lots of stares going there, and I wanted to know that every man in that place would want to fuck me. I decided to wear a short skirt, leaving my thong at home. My top was a silky one, which meant that my bare nipples showed through. Of course I was not wearing panties on my sun tanned long legs, which looked perfectly shaped on a pair of. I have to use a cane when I got tired, but other than that and knowing when a storm was coming; I was fine.Cindy graduated from college with a secondary teaching degree, and I went to college to get my degree in computer science. We dated only each other until we got married when I was finishing my junior year. She became pregnant about four months later and worked right up until the school year ended. The twins were born, and Cindy did not go back to work until the kids were in school all day.. And I am good at it but not in the way Ma or Isserlis or Rostropovich are.Even if I was a little nerdy, I wasn't a total social dud in school. I've had my fair share of dates and I managed to lose my virginity at the ripe old age of sixteen - and, yes, I used a condom. No sense in letting surging hormones and a stiff dick turn you into an idiot with a child to support.Like nearly all aspiring musicians, I have to hold down a real job to support myself and like a large percentage of them, I.