He put me down on the doorstep and opened the door around me. I turned around and entered the house. His mom appeared in the doorway to the kitchen an...d then disappeared again. I turned to J.T. and, judging by his reaction, I must have looked worried. He grabbed my hand and lead me to the stairs. “Just wait in my room ok? I will be up soon.” I walked up the stairs and into J.T.’s room. I sat on his bed and looked around. Not one single thing in his room had changed, other than the three pairs of. “Are you putting that on top?” Kay wrinkled her nose.“Hey it’s good.” And they laughed. Sal turned on the oven and it didn’t work. “Where is the fuse box?”“Basement.” Kay pointed.“Be right back.”Luca cleared his throat. “Kay, I got you this walkie-talkie.”“Why? It’s kind of big isn’t it?”“Safety reasons, if you get into trouble, push and hold this button. It will send out an alarm beep and one of us will respond.”While Luca was showing Kay the walkie talkie, Moe and Paulie were checking out the. In fact, his hand slid deeper and gripped my limp cock and massaged it and squeezed it. At this point there was nothing pleasurable about it...it hurt, and I asked him again to stop. Instead of stopping, he swept me off his shoulder, took two steps back and threw me on the bed. As small as I was, it wasn't that hard for him to sit on my chest, pin my arms down and bind my wrists with some ropes he had already tied to his bedposts. Did he have this planned? You tell me. Those ropes were awfully. Apparently not everyone had worked the shiny new toy syndrome out of their systems.We made large valentines in Art and wrote poetry in Creative Writing, read famous love poems in English III and joined together in Home Ec to make chocolates. Everywhere there was pink and red, hearts and lace and cupids. Then there was me, the one girl in school who refused to look festive, wearing dark colors and no make-up, not even really getting into the spirit. Score one for the odd ball.The skies were.