I came to the conclusion that some pranksters were hiding in the parking lot waiting to ambush, and I was one of the victims. Taylor helped me up and ...made sure I was okay, she felt really bad about it and offered to make it up to me. My brain instantly thought sexual favor, but she was thinking more along the lines of a ride home.I sat in the passenger seat of Taylor's jeep, we made small talk about our school year and future plans, followed by awkward silence. I gathered up all my courage and. I had started to keep a baby sledge hammer with me in case that thief returned. He did. He went to Stella car and found the passenger door unlocked. He put his head and started to search the car. I came up very quietly and slammed the car door on his head. This knocked him out. Pulling the bastard out of the car and closing the door. I used my hammer, I hit his right hand wrist hard. Not one not twice but three times hard. Then I smashed his elbow.Stella came out and saw what occurred. She. "No" said Robby. "It's her sixteenth birthday today. That's why I thought about sixteen flowers."Madge sighed. What a sweet boy to think of his sister's sixteenth birthday like that. She exploded into action and directed Robby, who loaded up the station wagon and rode with Madge to the Nettleton mansion. Madge had a sort of map of where everything went, both in the house and outside on and around the gazebo. It took six trips in all, but when they were done Robby left the shop with a long white. “You fucking bitch! You like all this goddamn attention, don’t you? And with gals, too! And I thought I knew you! I guess you’d let anybody fuck you! So, you like your clothes ripped off, do you?From their vantage on the couch after finishing fucking, Melanie and Danny had been watching like two spectators at a baseball game (albeit nude ones) when Danny said, “Hell, everybody but my Dad has seen her tits more than you this past week, Mr. Harris. HaHa. She’s practically our whore now!”“Well.