She looked at me in borderline tears and said, ‘Emily’s been raped. She’s been beaten to a pulp and she’s in the hospital.’ Those words pa...ralyzed me, chills ran up and down my spine. As soon as she could see visitors I went to the hospital to see her. She had a bruise on the left side of her forehead and scratch marks up her left arm, from the monster that had attacked her. The worst part though, was that she was no longer smiling, she was crying in pain. It went on that way for a full year.. Her coochie. And as for biology; well only human anatomy; her own, guys and other chicks... held any interest. ‘Fuck asexual reproduction....well probably not...” she realised.Cameron ‘Jonesy’ Jones had no idea how the weekend would unfold beyond a careful plagiarising of Hamish’s two finished assignments and a few slam dunks outside the garage as he arrived at his mates place with his ‘sister’.Lucy Jones was excited. Not about the study. Hell she was a normal senior college lass.Fuck study. Would he do them for some unknown girl? The question required no answer.I suppose I could always confess the truth to Philip, and tell him who Ireally was, but I hardly thought there would be any benefit in it.Frankly, I rather doubted that my father would be all that ready to risklife, fortune, and reputation in order to save the life of his secondson, even if it was in his character to do so, which it mostemphatically was not.Nor did I think that my father should do any of those things. Our. From the way I'm like forced to talk in this body she was probablyfine. Now I feel like so totally brain dead and as horny a a hutch fullof girl bunnies. I was like not exactly happy. Like they couldn't find abrain dead guy? They had me undergoing therapy with this so totally hotshrink to learn to deal with it but he was like dead from the waist downor something. I never got a rise out of him. Then, one night when I wason the cusp of discovering the female orgasm... To be continued. Yeah.