My heart skipped a beat."Link," I started."Yeah, Stella. I cut myself sometimes," he answered, "It just, it gets to be too hard sometimes. People trea...ting me like I'm... like I'm nothing. The cutting? It helps."Tears sprung to my eyes as he pulled his jeans back up."Link, you don't need to do that," I started, "You have a family that loves you, some friends, and me. Wait here."I went to my room and returned a minute later with a small journal. He flipped through it and saw all the poems,. I was considering another engineered gang bang using the lingerie party as an excuse for my “spontaneous orgy” right there on my fluffy white carpeted basement sound-proofed room. I knew we could do almost anything we wanted without disturbing the neighbors because the noise would be hidden from the outside allowing us to be as carefree and abandoned as wild revelers at a carnival of seduction and doggy style humping right out in the open in front of all spectators.This time I had decided to. First off, as soon as I know that she's not with that dipshit Brad any longer, I'm planning on sending her flowers anonymously. With the flowers, I'll send an unsigned love letter just to let her know that she has got an admirer."Mike replied."But what if Brad or some other douche bag tries to take credit for your gift of flowers. You know there are a lot of guys in this school, as soon as she becomes fair game are going to want to make a play for her. Most of them are jocks and just as big. Smiling faces shone out from little nooks in bookcases and end tables.Roger only noticed all this in a cursory, peripheral sort of way. His attention was much more intently focused on the young woman in front of him, who waited for the Marine to shut the door behind him, then shrugged out of her robe without speaking a word.Alice was a blessed woman. Her breasts were generous and juicy. They sat high and proud on her chest and had an undeniable natural look and feel, heavy and ripe and a lovely.