Man, does that feel great!My seventeenth birthday party - what a milestone - and what a wipeout.My buddies threw a real party for me on Saturday night.... Frankly, afterabout eleven o'clock at night I was pretty much out of it, what with thebooze and pot they were shoving at me. The next thing I remember waslying in my bed, sometime on Sunday, and feeling the room spin aroundme. I think that sometime in the night I had barfed as there was thisshitty-looking mess on my pillow and the smell of it. "I did this?" I knew I hit her but Peter didn't tell me how bad it was, "Oh fuck!" Oh, Alex." She pretends to laugh, "You're so ... No, I was in a car accident. Last week." She twists her arm and I let her go, "As if I'd even talk to you if you hit me." She fake laughs again and hurries into the building.I broke her arm. A week later, her pretty face is still black-n-blue. I'm not an asshole; I'm not good enough to be an asshole.As soon as most everybody's inside, I smoke another cigarette less. ? She rose and got up facing the wall arching her back for maximum ass protrusion with her hands on top of her head. ?Well you certainly know how to present your ass for a well deserved lashing. Do you know how to count to ten?bitch!?She counted slowly and received a hard lash for each number. At ten he told her that she?d been a good whore and deserved another three. He then ordered her to turn around and said ?well?bitch!?She fell to her knees and kissed his feet thanking him profusely for. ”Synthia could barely think, with everything going so quickly she couldn’t keep up. She desperately wanted to say no, to thank him for his interest and excuse herself, go home and hide from the crazy world. But, even as she let herself follow that fantasy, her mind took it to the next step, and all she could picture was herself alone in bed, touching herself to the thoughts of being with Xavier. She could feel herself becoming more and more aroused as thoughts of him filled her mind.Xavier.