Reaching down she grabbed hold of a handful of my hair and as she stepped back she pulled me off the sofa and onto my knees. "You fuckin' white bitch"... she said as she now began to slap hard at my face again. She threw all of her strength into each blow and the pain shot though my cheeks, my head and down into my body as she called me every dirty name she could think of. When she finally stopped, I had tears running down my cheeks and she looked at me, "Did I hurt the fuckin' little white. “Shouldn’t have fucked with me,” she said cheerfully, pulling out her phone and using the flashlight to expose the scene.Jeremy had pushed himself up off his mother’s chest and was staring in pure horror down at her. His hand was pressed on her right breast so hard that she’d probably have a bruise from his urgent movement. Her own face was confused and scared, covered in sweat and stuck strands of her short mousy-brown hair. Jeremy’s mother was pretty enough. She was overweight, and her boobs. After They Got Out Of The Shower, Dried Off And Put Baby Powder Over Each Others Body, They Went And Laid Down On Rebecca s Bed, Rebecca Leaned Over To Her Bedside Table, took Out A Pack Of Cigarettes, She Offered Kelly One, Kelly Started To Say No, But She Had Not Had One In A While, She Was Really Craving One And Hers Was Back In Her Bedroom And She Was Just To Tired To Go And Get Them, So She Took One, Rebecca Lighted Both Of There Cigarettes, They Set There And smoked, When They Finished. I knew what caused them. Keira bent her head and nuzzled my neck, whispering sweet "thank you's in my ear. Of course, she didn't need to thank me; I just gave her what she deserved ... what every man in her past should have given her.Sadly, mental abuse can leave longer-lasting scars than physical abuse. Trust me, hers ran long and deep. And the one who scarred her had no fucking clue what I have had to do to heal the wounds he inflicted. Some day, as he's cockily walking along without a care,.