Now, I had to face this world alone. At fifteen, bisexual, braces, five-seven and completely fucking weird, life wasnt going too well. I still hadnt ...made eye contact with anyone in particular, but it was my first mistake in doing so. What the fuck is wrong with his eyes?, shouted the asshole again. They all stared. They always do. Everyone does. And I hate it. I was born with a genetic mutation that has been passed down through my mothers side of the family. It is known as Alexandrias. Minor variations in the timing won’t matter much, in sending a shower of arrows.Oh, I didn’t mention: Like our last attack, the first flight of arrows will be fire arrows, sending flames into the camp tents. My scout told me they were housed in tents; most tents burn fairly readily. The other four arrows are for aiming at harming the enemy warriors and scaring them from chasing after us in case we shower them with more arrows. We will light our fire pots when we get to the attack site and. I had tried driving the stick shift with my high heeled shoes on, but just couldn't get it right. Damn heels! I wasn't sure I wanted to drive barefoot all the time, so I would have to get used to driving in heels. I entered the kitchen, which was just off the garage. The light on the answering machine was flashing, probably John calling to harass me about not going to the Deuces High tavern last night. I pushed play and as the little tape rewound I opened the fridge looking for something to. This time there was no patience or gentleness. As far as he was concerned I had disobeyed the order he had given to leave them alone, and now he was going to punish me for it. Thankfully, he had used the lube. Of course, without it he may have just been to big to penetrate me.Relentlessly, he pounded my ass with all his might. His hands were on my hips pulling me back to meet his every thrust. His giant balls smashed mine like a jackhammer.Out of the corner of my eye I saw Chuck get up and.