It was about this time I met Paul, he was much older and, of course, had a big car; every girl's fucking dream. Trouble was, Paul was a predator and h...e liked nothing better than corrupting some young girl like me. Paul lived in a different world than Mark, night clubs and restaurants almost every night of the week and all I had to do was what I like doing best; spread my long legs for him.My glass was empty again but I didn't want any more wine, no what I wanted was some hard cock banging into. The opening did not let too much light in, which was good for them, for the sleet was falling and they were driving fast. Occasionally, the wind whipped against the frame, rocking it. Chantal was in the back, bound by wrist and leg, and gagged. The gunmen had had to, for in her hysterics, she had practically pummelled any one who got close to her. All of the gunmen carried bruises from carrying her to here. Now Chantal's eyes were rolling, almost catatonic. Henrietta was kneeling before. I'd have to wait until OSU restarted before those could be taken care of. But before OSU could prepare for my studies next year, it needed to confirm that I really was doing as well as Prof claimed. That rate of learning was, not to put too fine a point on it, unbelievable.The Dean got several of the lecturers for the courses I'd said I'd finished studying to come in at staggered intervals on the 10th. I spent an hour with each of them, being examined verbally and/or with written questions. On the Pani Taqseem Road, about 6 km from the center of Chaman, is the home of the Zimri family: father, Musqafar Abin; wife, Alamensara; daughter, Alama; and son, Mohammed Abu. The daughter was 16, the son was 15.One night, last March, Mohammed Abu Zimri raped his sister while his parents were in town. On the return of Mr. and Mrs. Zimri, the young woman was shunned by her parents and sent to live with her widowed aunt, about half a kilometer down the road. In the eyes of her parents, the.