Each night, she had gone to bed dreaming about Stuart, after having to take care of the little problem he had left her. She knew he was taking it slow... with her and while she appreciated it, she had a feeling if he didn’t make the final move soon, he was going to get raped. She had never desired a man as she did him.Bambie had never been left wanting or so needy before. She had rarely let anyone get in under her guard, as she had let Stuart. More often than not, she had ended most of her dates. With her barely curved little body, she was also a child molester's wet dream come true. Debbie looked more like a nine year old than the teenager she actually was."So, what are going to do about the situation?" her mom asked Little Debbie's dad on this bright and sunny morning. Looking up from the morning newspaper, her husband responded with "Well, if you are as tired of slick, slimey doorknobs as I am, you might want to consider mating her with Buster." At the sound of his name, Buster came. I need to send a message, one which clearly illustrates that I am not to be fucked with. I pause, all sarcasm aside. Youll do nicely. * * * * * After Im finished with my message I decide to leave him in the cavern to be found by his kin. A deadly calm has washed over me and I feel absolutely no remorse over what I have just done. In fact, I find the blood spattered cave chaotically beautiful. My dress has become more than just symbolic armour, it showcases fine smatterings of crimson death,. It could have, and probably should have been strange, but somehow it wasn’t. Trish was efficient and unobtrusive, sitting to my right so my left hand was free to do what little it was capable of. By then I was past being embarrassed by my condition and Trish treated it like it was normal.I never did get my sponge bath, though.Jodi’s grades at the end of the first semester earned me a massive hug from Mrs. Nelson. I was glad that my ribs were completely healed by then, or I’d have been in.