." Mr.Patterson raised his left and, cupping Wendy's right breast, his hand barely large enough for it, squeezed it, rubbed it, pushed against her nip...ple. Wendy groaned and he said "..to make sure you dont get raped by any more mexicans" he laughed again and leaned forward, putting his mouth against hers, Mr.Patterson kissed Wendy deeply , sucking her lips, his mouth rough, his face sharp with whiskers of a growing beard, his tongue tasted of hard liquor as he pushed against her tongue, when he. "You heard me," he snarled at her, "I said that I was getting tired of waiting for you to come back inside." Don't you use that tone of voice with me, young man," she snarled back at him unable to believe his surliness."I'll use any fucking tone of voice I want to," he growled at her."ERIN Roberts, what has gotten into you?" She screeched, taking stepping farther back away from him."And my fucking name is Skip," he told her emphatically, "and don't get me confused with the little pansy, Erin,. I then went to the bathroom and cleaned my cock, somewhat ashamed I had gotten so excited about the twins being dead. I got ready and went on to school.Over that day, I found myself pre-occupied with thoughts of their viewing and funerals, which were announced that morning and I knew I wanted to attend. But I had a nagging, irrational fear that maybe their bodies wouldn't be displayed for a public viewing, and I didn’t understand why. The first seeds of my heinous act were already germinating. " Why not?" It's too dangerous." No one will know. Bob fucked me right there on that sofa with his secretary sitting outside. She never knew a thing."Laura walked away from her. She didn't like the way she felt so tempted. She wanted Yvette too. It also hurt her to think of Yvette being 'fucked right on that sofa' by anyone else."Yvette... we're putting both of our lives in danger." You mean Arthur? He doesn't know you work here. Nobody here could tell him."She walked over to Laura and started.