I want to hurt more. I don't fucking want them to stop.I fucking want them to hurt me so much.I'm so fucking lucky. I'm such a fucked up little girl.I... hurt!Part 15 – The GuyMy Little Girl screeched desperately, back arched, thigh muscles tight, extreme pressure being forced upon her knees, teeth bared. She pushed herself up in a panic, roaring with pain and effort in an obvious and magnificent attempt to find a little comfort on the sedile, which remained lodged between her thighs. But there. So I was a bit indisposed when I finally saw Jayne again, two days after my meeting with Travia, and still sooner than I'd expected. I'dd spent the last two days getting drunk, getting laid, and sleeping in. I was working hard on a third day when she showed up. The bar got quiet when she walked in -- not because she didn't belong, but because of the air about her.She walked over to my table and gave the men on either side of me a look which caused them to get scarce. No one in their right mind. My Mum wraps her arms around me and holds me tight, never wanting to let go in case this is a dream or that if she let go, I would disappear. Our lips explore each others’, our tongues slide out and explore, touching, entwining, tasting. I caress her soft cheeks with my hands, stroking her soft hair as my tongue explores the inside of her sweet mouth, tasting her saliva. Umm, so sweet. We kiss passionately for what seems ages, our breathing deep, our hearts beating fast, our bodies held close. "You need to turn on the news," she interrupted. Her tone was odd and I couldn't figure out why she sounded scared."Okay," I replied. I turned to Bill's dad I asked, "Do you mind if I turn on the local news feed?" Sure, it's in the living room." Of course it was I'd been here about a thousand times and I didn't think that they had moved it in the last week. I see I needed to prove to them who I was after all. We all entered the living room and Bill's dad turned on the 24 hour new channel. The.