She looked up at me and then said hello. She explained that she couldn’t get her bra hooked. She was completely naked and she was retarded too. Cynt...hia said that she was eighteen years old and that the boys had been playing with her. As I asked her more questions Cynthia said that she had let the four boys fuck her and that she had sucked their cocks. They hadn’t hurt her this time either. This time? Apparently they had hurt her in the past and torn her clothes so that they could have their way. Uske baad kuch dino tak mouka nai mila fir ek din subah me Aryan ko bulaane gayaa to soya tha aunty ne darwaza khola or kaha wo room me hai jaake uthaale me gaya to Aryan and Anny dono soye the maine kuch soche bina Anny ke boobs dabaana shuru kiya uski tshirt utaarne ko try kiya to wo uth gayi mene socha ab gaya mai kaam se par bhadak ne ki jagah wo boli ye sahi tym naiyye meri khushi ka thikaana nahi raha usdin ke baad to mai bas bahane dhundta rehta tha use kiss karne ke uske boobs dabaane. That face was Bobby Dalton’sThe dream was still vivid in her mind as she entered the school. It was eerily quiet in the halls. She’d had to get a key, since no one else would be in the building during the vacation. Even in Granger they locked the school at night. She left the door unlocked, so that Bobby could get in when he got there. It wasn’t until she approached the auditorium doors that she heard the banging of a nail being driven home, and knew the man whose face had been in her dream was. Actually I forgot about most of my encounter – probably subliminally forced it from my memory – but now it’s coming back to me. Email, email, which one??? Oh shit, not THIS one! I click on Outlook and see the unopened mail in my inbox from Richard Rogers. Trembling I click on it and there is a short note and a link. Dear jamie,I had such fun the other night, it was great seeing you again! You’re so funny and a lot more engaging than I remember. I’m having a party Tuesday night and I insist you.