Therewere only a few. The one in my class, Susan, told me her mum and dad weremaking her do it. Now mum was going to make John be a girl."What are you... going to do?" I'm running away," John said."Please don't, you can't." I started to cry, I worshiped John. He taughtme how to play football, fish and protected me from bullies.I thought it through, if John ran away, I would probably be chosen, Orpossibly Paul. I was protective of Paul. I hated the thought of him beingsad.So I said the only thing I. Tears streaked from my eyes and made a mess of my freshly made mascara. In my mind I was ten years old once again. I was reliving Uncle Steves weekly rape sessions once again. I had the terror and fear of Uncle Steve in my head, threatening me and brutalizing me. I lost not only my virginity but my adolescence. I became a withdrawn child and lacked interest in life. By the time my father finally worked it out, a year of weekly rapes had past. Uncle Steve was beaten up by him and I never saw. After pouring for each of them a glass of wine,they sat on the sofa, and started kissing. Suddenly, Sarah nudged himaway and purred, “James, would you like some dessert?”She then lifted her skirt and James’ jaw almost fell out. The split crotchpanties, and garter belt formed a frame for her pussy, and her neatlytrimmed pubic hair. He dove between the legs and started licking as if hewas a starving man. However, instead of her sweet nectar, all he got was amushy substance,. "Then what am I going to do?" And I waited for her answer.It took about fifteen seconds before she said, "Will you ever mate up with me?" A moment of truth for us both, in the back of my mind was Pap's words. Now it was for me to decide and this was nothing I wanted to do on the fly.So I asked, "What if I don't?" Then I will just die," her voice was cracking and the tears were welling up back in her eyes."I don't think the others will like me much if I let you die." I smiled.She was shaking.