I hear someone enter, but think nothing of it, the others often forget their stuff.I keep mopping, and am shocked when I'm grabbed from behind.'Hello ...whore' You breath into my ear.I shudder as your breath tickles my neck.'Stand still whore' You command, and i do as you say.You take a knife from the kitchen and cut my uniform from my body.I try to protest, I will need it for work tomorrow, but you just spank me and tell me not to move again.My uniform falls to the floor around me.You hit me hard. She had long, thick blonde hair and was shorter than me, with a slim and smoothly shaped figure. I was fairly skinny myself, with short dark hair that seemed to style itself every morning, saving me the trouble I guess. Tina had never had a boyfriend as far as I knew; she never discussed relationships much, even when prompted by our mum. On Saturday with my parents gone, I spent most of the day at a friend’s house, before returning home around mid-afternoon. When I got there however, I was in. This is her bathroom. Turquoise bathmat. Matching towels. A clearshower curtain. Shelves filled with soaps and shampoos and make up. Abox of tampons on the bottom shelf. Hair clips, bobby pins, scrunchiesand barrettes were in a big white painted wooden bowl. Just unreal. Ifelt like a trespasser. I was a trespasser far beyond any sense ofreality. I reached for the flowered kimono robe that hung on the backof the door. Suddenly I jumped when I heard knocking at the door. "Jen! You. I definitely didn’t feel I should tell him about the blackmail or my sister’s instructions to make Charity’s life hell. I could have opened that can of worms but then he’d know about all the videos of me jerking off.I didn’t think Lindsay was going to forget about her threats and let me out of it. I just didn’t like a lot of confrontation and decided now was not the time to bring any of that up. In retrospect, it seemed like that was the right time.Dad was overall supportive to the things I.