I read articles online about battered men. I read about the hidden side of domestic violence. I grew to respect my fellow man. I respected all men. I ...didn’t care about their backgrounds or sexual orientation or anything of the sort. I still respected women, though. There are a lot of women in America who hate men. Some men deserve it. Most don’t. If most men were hate-filed, this world would be far worse. I see the good things women did. Raising children by themselves. Taking care of others.. ”“Yeah, but it’s still a mouthful.”I arched an eyebrow. “That a sex joke about your nickname?”BJ blushed, rolled his eyes, and groaned, “Daaaad.”I clapped my hands together and sat up. “So that’s it. That’s the story of how your Mom and I got together ... sort of.”“But your romantic life certainly didn’t stop there. I mean, I know Mom moved in with you and you raised me together and you’ve always been there as my Dad. But did you think I never noticed just how many ‘Aunties’ have always been. . Now they could happen any time... She darted into her home for a second to leave Will a note. She wanted to avoid him today, especially after what she and Kathy had enjoyed and before what she anticipated for the night. Her note read, "My darling Will. I love you so much but the things I have been learning from the church have me preoccupied right now. I know you said that you didn't want to be bothered but if you only knew what you were missing sweetheart. I will think of you while I am. How dare I fight? How dare I even think about spitting at you?I can see you’re hard through your trousers. I try to get away, struggling, I pick up whatever I can reach and I throw it at you. You pin me down, grabbing me by the neck.I freeze as I see the knife.You shove your knee between my legs, pressing it painfully against my pussy.Do you make me remove my own top, humiliating me, adding to my participation of the event, re-enforcing your opinion that I’m willing, that I want this? Or do you.
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