My father works construction and was gone early 4am 6am was the latest he ever left for work. I got home mom's car was in the driveway, I put my bike ...back in the garage, then I saw another car parked on the back side of our garage by the alleyway. Weird, I thought. I walked in the house Nothing no chatting aunts moms gossipy friends odd. I checked the kitchen and living room even the front porch nobody. Whatever I was beat I only thought about more sleep. I got the top of the stair's and heard. I went into mood and from navel he came upward and removed my blouse and bra hooks started squeezing my nipples and small breast like chest. Some how I managed to take my hands back and pushed him and tried to ran but he grabbed my saree pallu and forcibly pulled it with that I circled few times and fell on our bed I was in opened bluose and langa. He fell on me and again started kissing me and removed my blouse bra and langa. Now i was in only panty, he whispered in my ear I am bit aggressive. The balcony had been the choir loft before the Great War, but the choir decided they wanted to be seen and not just heard so the console was moved to the left of the altar to make room.Wendy and I made our way to the preteen room and had our lesson then we all moved down to the back rows and listened to the sermon. The "Knocker Stick" got a lot of use because all the boys wanted to see Wendy. She really was a picture.Service ended and everyone adjourned to the basement for coffee hour. Mother. All otherrights, including, but not limited to, those of adaptation to other mediaand formats, reserved to the author.Contact: [email protected] Beginnings (Chapter 17)Ann stood in the doorway, her life had lead up to this moment. Steppingthrough the door everything would change. Flashes of her past racedthrough her mind. The small skinny boy, sneaking panties from hismother's drawer. The guilty teen, deep in the closet. The young manstretching his sexuality. Her ghosts stood on the.