Then you could hear his zipper closing sound, we had better stop this and go back. You go first I will follow later. I left quickly before they open t...he door. I thought to myself you lucky shit.As he sat back in his seat He would bleatingly look at the young girls as they wander in & out of the snack bar area, I seen this young girl adjust her swimming outfit around her crotch in a way you could see her v spot, she could only be about 10/11 years old. It turned me on straight away, I though. It wasn't that it turned me on. In fact, it disgusted me to see my mother act that way. But for some reason I felt compelled to watch her debase herself. It made me hate her that much more.Why couldn't we have a normal life? Isn't that what every 14-year-old girl wants? I never knew my dad, but why couldn't my mother be like my friends' mothers? Why did I have to clean the house and do the laundry? Why couldn't she read to me at night? Why didn't she ever meet with my teachers? Why couldn't I. I almost grabbed the phone to give her the good news, but at the last second I decided to just surprise her.Just five hours before the bosses phone call I had been working with a customer demonstrating a new line of adhesives. One of the tubes had burst under pressure and some of the adhesive had gotten in my hair and in my beard. No amount of solvent, paint thinner, MEK or Acetone had been able to clean it out so I did the only thing I could - I shaved off my beard and got a brush cut.When the. He had been on a sexual rampage and had already fucked 4 different girls in the 7 days we had been at school. “And who is going to let me practice on them after that debacle?” I responded indignantly. “I will,” answered Rebecca, my other best friend and prettiest girl at Rochelle High School. “I have no problem letting you practice on me. But there will be rules to these sessions.” “Becca, that’s nice of you but…” “Shut up!” she interrupted. “You’ve been depressed for the past couple of days.