This tells the story of the last year of my life. All this is true, some of the names have been changed for safety reasons.My name is Teena Davis, and... this is how I went from a prude to a slut.I had just turned 15 a week before, and that was always the magic age my parents set for me. I could date at 15, my curfew was extended to 12 on weekends and 10 PM on school nights (as long as my grades stayed at C or better). I was invited to a party by a grade 11 kid (I was in grade 9). I knew my. I don't know how you could have been in the gun battle you were in yesterday, be hit five times and walk away with a cracked rib. Mr. Gianni, you were hit by a flying car for God's sake and you walked away with sprained muscles and bruising. I checked your blood sir. There is nothing special about you other than you are healthy. What is going on?"Jonas chuckled and winced at the pain it caused. "First of all, I didn't walk away. Someone carried me here. Second, maybe it was for God's sake. Like. “Take me now.”I was taken aback for a moment by her theatrics but decided I just didn’t care. He was now fully in the moment. He wanted this. She led him to her bed and lay down on her back. She spread her legs widely for me, and I marveled at the sight of her glistening lips, pink and wet and waiting for me. I climbed awkwardly onto her, careful not to crush her with my weight until our faces were inches apart. I looked her in the eye and saw no fear or apprehension there; only desire and. I was about 40 meters behind them. The limo engine compartment was on fire and although the exterior layers of bulletproof glass were shattered the flexible inner layers still seemed to be holding. Someone was alive inside. I could hear what sounded like a Glock returning the AK fire. One of the shooters had an RPG and he was reloading. I took careful aim at his head and squeezed off one silenced shot. A red dot appeared on the back of his neck and he slumped. I congratulated myself. Not bad.