" No," she said, sucking in a breath, "no, please, gentler."Well, I'm not a man of rape, never have been, so when she pleaded like that, I had to slow... down. My anger turned off like a switch, and was replaced by concern. Going so fast and so rough didn't only hurt her, either; it wasn't helping me to know that she was in pain.I settled down and said "I'm sorry, forgive me."Somewhat of a crowd was gathering now, watching us.One of her hands continued to rub her clit, the other squeezing her. Before you say thanks, I want you to know that I did it because it seems pretty damn obvious that we're going to need Mia to see this thing through, and that'll be tough enough without having to deal with resentment and distrust in the ranks. Don't get me wrong, Mia seems like a nice enough girl and all, once you get by the whole fangs and feeding on human blood things anyway, and I see the way you look at her, but if we didn't have the big baddy still running around loose ... Well, I would do. The door swung open and my Dad came into the room witha black and white maid uniform, and his hair done intoa high bun on his head. He wouldn't let mecall him Dad, he just told me to call him Maria andnothing else, and that he was on the service of mymother that he called mistress.I survived the days, with the continuous lessons ongirlhood, on how to sit, run and dance, with theboring ballet lessons, that were really tedious withtheir fragile movements, their pink tights and theblack leotards.I. "Yes, I have it here," he answered.Sandra closed the fridge, took a glass out of a cupboard, and walked to the kitchen table. Her dad poured her a glass of milk."Still tired," her dad asked smiling."Yep," Sandra answered shortly."That's what happens if you go out on a school night," Charles joked.Sandra only grumbled something."Did you have a nice evening?" Yes," Sandra responded and emptied her glass of milk. "I'm going for my run now."She picked up her keys and walked out of the kitchen."Hey!.