The tears flooded my eyes as I began to sniffle. My heart pounded in my chest. I was afraid of this man. Sometimes you just know when a guy isn't just... playing at it."Please don't hurt me, please just leave and I will forget you were even here," His reaction was to slap me again. My head bounced off the wall behind me."Shut the fuck up, do as I say, and I won't hurt you. Got it, nigger?" I nodded agreement. His eyes roamed over my body as his mouth curled into some evil, distorted grin. "What a. " "Is that a joke?" I questioned. I was tall for a girl. "Course not." He lifted my top over my head. He bit my nipple through my tank top. My lip quivered. "Do you ever wear a bra?" He pulled the fabric in his teeth. "Please," I gulped. "I've got you begging. That's a good sign." He stripped me to my underpants before he even went for his shirt. He leaned in and cupped my face. My eyes strayed to his chest. A player's chest. "I see diamonds and hexagons." Then, "I'm missing my show." . "Yesterday, yeah ... but not today."Mrs. Grafton dropped the bomb, "When was Donnie here?" Uh ... Donnie? ... My brother? ... Uh, I don't think I've seen him since school got out."Judy Grafton took Donnie's phone out of her pocket and laid it on the table.Jennifer looked at it and knew it wasn't the one her mother usually carried. "Did you uh ... get a new phone?" No," her mother replied. "I found this in the den. It's Donnie's." Uh, well ... uh..." Jennifer tried to think of something to head. That had been the genital term he used with her in her earliest training. His methods tended towards a more direct and clinical lexicon with most patients, but research had shown that with the very youngest subjects -- despite being pubescent, as required -- a more playful approach could yield faster results. Of course, Gianna was no child now, not at fourteen with literally hundreds of couplings to her credit, so her use of the term with her former therapist was at this point simply an.