The thirteen year old was being punished, one more time, for not doing something he'd been told to do by one of his father's damned concubines. This t...ime, it was that damn Erica Saunders, his father's favorite concubine, whose instructions he'd once again refused to obey.He wished his father would hurry up and get back home again. Hopefully, when he did get back this time, he'd explain to all four of those sluts of his, that Rocky was no longer subject to their authority, at least not in the. I can see his well-trimmed goatee now, extending nearly a full inch below his chin. If he were closer to my size he’d be the spitting image of my best friend Eric. For a moment I still thought somehow that it was Eric. That my friend had somehow made it down to catch my victory but that thought would be pushed aside soon enough. I didn’t see his club like fist coming at me until after it had collided with my jaw and spun me around face first against the brick wall. I don’t think I would have. If only he'd open his blind eyes. I wanted to do so much to him. Moron. Imbecile. Idiot. Jerk... I stood by his door a little while...just to see if he would apologies. But he didnt so I left just as I was approching my room, I could hear him step away from the door. I hate this stupid porn... why would he watch them...when I was there...when I could do things... a real idiot. I wonder if he remembers touching me at all... or was that the alcohol pleasing me? I entered my room and went straight. Girls. As long as they had tongues and fingers and lips and pricks where pricks counted. Above them were the shadows of others dancing and twitching energetically in the moonlight, lit up occasionally by the vast strobes of light flashing from the stage. Kirsten occasionally caught snatches of tunes as they thundered by. Was that fucking Fatboy Slim? And later she was sure she heard the distinct beat and vocals of ‘Age of Love’. Occasionally, she looked into the faces and not just the bodies of.