This was the point I was at in my life when chance through up theopportunity to get back at my teenage tormentor, Greg Ellis, now allgrown up. He was ...about to find me a changed person, sexy, sassy andconfident, I was about to reverse the situation that once existed betweenus completely. He had made my high school years hell, but I had emerged astronger person and he was about to find out just how I could control asituation now.As usual on a Friday night, I was out in a bar looking for hot. He pulls them slowly down to my ankles, and after removing my boots, takes them off of me completely. My struggles have subsided, as I am beginning to cool off, and realize the predicament I have landed myself in. He spreads my legs, and binds my ankles to the back legs of the chair, and now I am a captive, helpless audience. "Angel, love, do you know why I didn't answer my phone today?" At this point, all questions are rhetorical, since I am completely unable to speak, but he continues,. Stop, it said, just stop! Push him away! Call for help! But in the reflection, all she could see was a wanton smile on her face, her lips slightly parted. She looked like a pornstar showing off how much she loved being used. No no no, the voice yelled. You’re not easy. You’re not a slut! But her face disagreed. Her cunt disagreed. Being an easy slut for her molester—her molester!—felt incredible.Then it dawned on her: she was about to cum! She was trembling, her knees were buckling.And he. ’ Richard said emphatically. ‘That’s a given dad.’ Marcus said smiling. ‘Personally I don’t care how many times I have to go through that ‘procedure’, I am going to walk again. If nothing else, I’m going to be able to hold my own slice of pizza.’ ‘Well if that guy can put a metal shell around a compound fracture and an hour and a half later when the doctor finally figures out how to take the shell off and that section bone is in better shape than the surrounding bone, it seriously suggests that.