“Relax”I focused on relaxing the muscles to allow it to enter. As it did, there was a bit of pain and discomfort. She started fucking me. Slowly. ...The pain was gradually replaced by a pleasant sensation and as she started to go a little faster, I felt more and more pleasure.“Unghhh”“Does it feel good now?”“Ye..ye….yes”“Do you want me to fuck you harder?”“Yes”“Yes what?”“Yes, please. Please fuck me harder”“Im glad you want me to, because I was going to anyway”“Ohhhhh!”The more she fucked me, the. "You just barely passed most of your classes." We're very disappointed," mom added with a sigh. "You used to getgood grades. What happened?"I didn't answer at first as I was fully aware of the disapproval intheir eyes. "I don't know," I muttered, staring at the ground."We know you can do better than this," mom told me with a shake of herhead. "You just need to put some effort into it..." No video games for a week," dad told me with a scowl. "You can usethe extra time to study and get your. ” Every time I heard the hiss of bus brakes, I had a flash of watching the strung-out seventeen year old kid folding under the bumper of that bus.“So maybe the tattoos got vengeance for you?”PeeGee shook her head. “They don’t work that way, Cassie.” I had no idea how PeeGee knew that, but she was right.I studied the patterns on my wrist for a second. “They don’t. It’s hard to explain, but the tattoos kind of tell’ sharks that we have kinship, that we have an agreement. Tell them that I belong. Amanda was only a couple of years older, but she had called to talk with me. I was pretty messed up and we talked for an hour, and then again, a week later. We saw each other at the odd wedding or funeral, and we’d talked off and on over the years. Then, when my dad died a couple of years ago, we talked at length. Since then, we’d talked a couple of times, mostly about her daughter and her schooling. I gave her some tips on goal setting and motivation that she said worked pretty well. Her.