.. By the end of the second day I felt well enough to start getting unbearably bored again. Whenever I shifted restlessly my injured side would sting ...and cramp. Except for visits to the restroom and the coffee shop, Aunt Frances and Uncle Johnny were a permanent fixture in the room, Uncle Johnny sighing restlessly and winking at me now and then, recognizing our mutual discomfort. The worst part of the day was when Aunt Frances began cajoling my mother into moving out of the project.My mother. They can’t seem to stop itching. I turn the show over to them, grab Terry’s hand and head off to the dance floor and do my best to forget the shit those bitches pulled on me. They won’t soon forget discovering that they are all infected by crabs, in the coming days. There are going to be accusations flying, that’s for sure. Oh, yeah, about that. There aren’t sand fleas local to us, so Victor went with crabs. Some young women are going to find themselves with real bad reputations in the near. In my mind, I quickly compared Brad's cock to my dad's and decided my dad's was bigger.By now my pussy was not only tingling, it was wet. I glanced at Cindy, noted she was watching the action in the window, and put my hand between my legs. The moment I touched myself, I felt the dampness in the crotch of my shorts. I rubbed slowly, glancing between the window and Cindy.It was clear that Kathy and Brad were discussing something, even though we couldn't hear what was being said. Brad would talk. He ruffled around in his pockets, and smirked at me. I was handed a hundred dollars in screwed up bills. I nodded and placed the money inside my bum-bag.He led me further into the alley away from the lights and prying eyes. We found a secluded spot and he kissed my neck. I lean myself against a cold, moist brick wall.I wriggled and murmur, as he kisses and bites my neck. He then squeezed my breasts and yanks down the top of corset. My breasts now feel the cold winter’s air. Goosebumps develop.