I sat there, on the back porch, thinking about it. What could I do? Thiscouldn't go on. My life was already hell, and it promised to only get worse.I ...couldn't run away. I was smart enough to realize that I had no place to go,and no way to support myself even if I did think of a place. There were somefleeting thoughts of ending the pain by killing myself, but I was raisedCatholic and, well, let's just say that wasn't an option.My mom came out to the porch and saw me hunched over, lost in. My fingers slide down to touch his and I lead the way up the past rows of empty cars, across oil streaked floor, towards my truck in the back. Exhaust fumes from the lower levels bleed off. All is quiet on this floor. For once I am glad that I stayed late, passing off charge duties to the oncoming shift. It has let the numbers that parked on this floor leave, and the sounds of cars leaving and doors slamming belong on the lower levels, muffled by the concrete floor. My nerves jangle and my. "Not like that, sissy!" he shouted. He humped my face a few times. "I'mnot a faggot like you! You're going to show me how much you love havingMY cock in YOUR ass. You're going to fuck my cock with your ass." Helet go of my head and spread his legs wider."Get your ass on my cock, bitch. Fuck your ass with my dick like I'msure you do with your dildos. Milk my cock with your sissy faggot ass."I stood up and moved to straddle him on the couch. I reached behind me,pulled the buttplug from my. "I'm the one that should be sorry," Patty said. "I just couldn't handle it last night. And then Champ started barking and I was afraid Mom would come. Oh, Danny," she said tears brimming up in her eyes. "I wish I had let you, I wish you had been the first man to have me, because now..." she couldn't continue as sobs began to shake her vibrantly young body."W-What do you mean?" Danny asked haltingly, his joy at her tender loving words tempered by fear that he was about to hear something he.