Maybe I'll have to grab Susie and force her to make me cum. Maybe I'll grow up and be a rapist. What have you done mother? My whole life is ruined!" T...hen he gripped her arm as hard as he could, making her cry out in pain. "Now what are you going to do about it?" Then he released her."Oh honey. Please, I didn't mean to do anything. You told me to wash you." She had turned in her chair and looked up at his newly eager face."Yeah, wash me not jack me off." But you said you'd stop me." We'll it's. Especially, if the evening ended up with us all making out and telling each other how much we’ll miss our girlfriends this summer.”“And crying a little,” Rachel added.“I liked the making out part,” Joan said. “We could lock my mom out of the family room.”“Brittany, you’re welcome to come with us but you’ll see some pretty frisky behavior,” Rachel said. “Might even be some bare boobs. Mine.”“Um ... I’d like to but ... Could I maybe be with you sometimes in the fall? My family really is strict. All my life, I had lived in the small country mining town of Yallourn. The town was dug up for the brown coal beneath it in 1980, which meant moving with my parents and brother to its sister town of Yallourn North, some three miles away. A country girl by heart, I left the country and my family, to study Journalism at the University of Melbourne; some ninety miles away. My parents were relatively poor and could not afford to pay my university fees, my accommodation rent, or my everyday expenses. The soldiers that were decimated that day wore off green camouflage uniforms. The American flag they wore on their shoulders still stood for what they believed, which was country and freedom. 50 stars, 13 stripes red white and blue. A country that seemed so lost to these soldiers knew the cause they had died for. (The red, white, and blue)But still, the soldiers in black moved on knowing very well they were headed to a new and better combative campaign. They were full of fear, sadness, hate and.