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 {Trigger Codes: Mm/FfgG Adol Nepi/edo/P/hebophilia Mole Ince Viol Rape;

   Sorry about the grammar, and spelling that's the characters'

   All right, "Consent" is a grey area in this one.  At least Statutory
Rape, and plenty of possible Triggers if you're sensitive to them.  So,
that should handle the obligatory warning, also includes some
Transgender/Intersex themes, Asexuality, BDSM, Prostitution, and
Pseudo-Saphism;}

   Ra'Toine (MFF Bi Troi.  g Voye Nave.)

   Daddy had some girls over.  Or "Ladies," he call them, grownup girls. 
"I like the ladies," he say, "And the ladies love me!" They had bottles
already open, and half drunken when they come home, and giggled all the way
back to his room.  I got up, and walked out.  They was getting nekid, so I
got on the couch and watched.  They laffed and played an there clothes come
off.

   All ovem, or all the pretty ones, they got each other down to there
underwears, and daddy was nekid.  The brown head one was skinny, she barely
had no titties, but the blond had enuff for all 3 ovem.  Biggern her head,
they was kissen and feelin on each other, so daddy climbed in withem.  The
skinny one got down in his lap and sucked, and he kept feeling on the busty
one.  She wernt fat nowhere else, but he grabbed on her ass, and went down
to kiss her.

   I'm gonna grow up like that.  I don't know about blond, but I'm gonna
have titties.  I felt around, but there still wern't nothing, jus my boney
body.  I looked down there one, but there wernt nothing to see, just a
split where my pee come out.  She had hair, brown, but she was the blond.
They arn't always the same, but I wonder what I'd look like blond?

   He sat up, and got in between her legs, so the skinny one got up on her
face.  She din't have no hair, just on her head, and I guess she looked
more like me.

   She had things in her, though.  And earrings Pink, and wrinkly skin she
licked up at.  And round pointy titties she like to feel on.  Then she feel
on the ones in front of her, or what all she could grab aholda.  And
rincles in her belly, almost squares, but the lines don't come together. 
And a little hole, not to deep to see the bottom, all twisted up like the
end of mine.

   So, not just like me, but I tickled the little button, and giggled. 
They was real loud, so I went back to bed, and listened till I fell asleep.
Still feelin my belly button...

   In&Out (gb Nave Ncon NS)

   "You gotta innie or outy?"

   A boy from school.  "Huh?"

   "Belly button!" I pointed.

   "Uh," he looked down at his belly, "Innie?"

   "Lemme see!" I pulled up his shirt, and sure enough, I cadn't see the
bottom.  "Can I touch it?"

   "Ow!" I poked all the way to the bottom.

   "I got an outy," I pulled up my shirt, "See?" I tried to push it out,
but he had way more belly.

   The other kids called him "Fatty."

   "Oh," he looked at the playground, "Cool." He runnt off.

   "Pottymouth" (gM NS, Word)

   I gave the note to the office lady, and she took it into the principle.
I didn't say it, nuthin wrong, really, but she still shut me up, and kicked
me out.  "Go on in," she went back to her desk.

   "What?" I closed the door, "I didn't say nothin'!"

   "Now Ratoine," I sat down, "You keep coming in about your Pottymouth."
I's Ra'Toine, 'Ray-Twahn', but I just rolled my eyes.

   "But I didn't even say it, and she assed!"

   "What did she ask?"

   "'What do we know about a Lady?' so I said 'theys pretty, and they love
the D'."

   "And what's the D stand for?" He knew.

   "That's what she axed, but she toled me ta 'Shut up, and get out.' I
know I ain't sposta say it."

   "Besides," he shook his head, "That ain't a lady.  They're supPosed To
be modest, and graceful, and kind."

   "Wha's Modest mean?" I new grace.

   "You know," he said, "Proper, Ladylike?"

   "Uh!" What kinda'nalogy's that?  "But that's like sayin 'the rock is
like a rock'!"

   "What that means is they don't spit, and curse, and dress demurely. 
Demure means they don't show off their body."

   "Whut, they don't like to fuck?"

   "Ra'Toine!" He slapped the desk.  Neva use my whole name, less he
pissed.

   "What?  There's nobody in here, you know what it means, and their ain't
no other kids!"

   "Your a child!" he shook his hands, "If a lady don't talk likeat, then
you certainly shouldn't in school!"

   "Sorry!" I just don't think about it, all the time.  Then I didn't have
no more school.  So, I went in his room, and around the bed to the little
table.  I had to flip through to the ones with teenagers, girls and boys,
posing together.  They never did nothing, just looked at each other, or
pointed it at her, but they talked about it.  What they want to do.

   The grown up ones, I just rather look at them without there bodies
getting in the way.  I touch myself, or go get the mirror, see if I's
growed up any more.  I know what I look like, all over now, but its so slow
you really gotta look to see it.

   My belly button stretched out, but my nipples are poppin out, and they
look a little darker.  Ever day, not like the same brown as everything
else. We ain't black, really.  Or I never seen a really black person,
though some's darker'n most.

   Old school, magazines, all deez white girls playin wit theyselfs.  This
one boy showed me some on his phone, but the screen's like this big.  And
he a boy, little dick, no skin on it, barely.  Bald, tight wrinkly nut
sack, and a baby belly.  Not like he fat, not that soft, but definitely an
outy.  And barely could get it hard.  No idea how to touch me, neither.

   "Nigger!" (gb IR, NS.)

   I runned up behind him, and pushed him over.

   "You ever fuck a nigger?" He turned over.

   "No?" He made a grodyface.

   "Well you ain't gonna!" I kicked him in the nuts.  "With a pottymouth
likeat!" He cried, and I got took off to the principle office.

   He wasn't calling me a nigger, directly, but I don't care.  It a nasty
word, but he don't gotta be Ladylike, I guess.  Mr.  Principle told me
"that's no reason to get violent."

   "But they beat us up for being black, so they get to say it, and do it,
but I get in trouble?"

   "You just went home early yesterday, and today you're fighting?" He
threw up his hands, "I have no choice but to suspend you, but if this keeps
up you'll be expelled."

   "Now don't do that!" I got up, "I like coming here."

   "Then clean up your behavior," he shook his finger, "Young lady, or I'll
have to send you to the school for troubled children."

   "Well maybe I belong there," I called him "Masta!" and slammed the door
at him.

   Suspension {G Solo Porn Trans}

   I got home, and went in the kitchen to see what we got.  The rest of the
pizza, pepperoni, so I kept lookin, and pulled the Church's box out the
back.  Shit, mashed potatoes, and some cold slaw.  The other fork and
napkin, I poked it out the plastic, and took it out to the living room, and
picked out a tape.

   "Best of Dogfart," don't ask me why they call it that, but he got like 6
of them, and I ain't watched all this one.  Blacks on Blonds, young and
petite like I'll never look like, on account of being black.  No Sistas wit
white Mistas, but they might got commercials for that one on the end.  So I
fast forward, and they all go through it all sped up.

   She turns around, he bends over, kisses her, feels her up, and she gets
it out.  Jerks it some, but then she go down and his pants are down.

   Too big for her, really, like as long as her arm, and where'd they get
all these guys with bats for dicks?  All the schools gotta be full of girls
that want the D, but I ain't goin near nothin likeat for years.  I giggle,
like a 10 foot pole, I wish dad had somebody with a decent size one.  For
like the whole scene stead of just commercials on the end.  If I can't get
my whole arm up in there;

   He fucks her anyway, holding her legs up, and like to split open up the
middle.  Superfast, like a machine, I wish it wern't 4 hours, and the
machine could go faster.  But they always had S&WMs on the end, at least 1,
and I wacht the other ones so many times all ready.

   Now she bent over, and he was pushin up her ass so slow I could watch
it, even sped up.  Damn, just damn.  Another girl, not even blond, shaved
as usual.  Pink and meaty inside, dick spreading her open, sitting up to
suck, and jerk on another one.

   "Too fucking big," Daddy don't eat the slaw anyway, and it's sposed to
be cold.  Damn, I didn't think about Ramen, or look in the cabnet.

   Spurt spurt, splash splash...  Hitchiker, van, cash.  "Uh!" I rolled my
eyes, "God!" Some titties for once, a bra, and pubes!  If I wanted to see a
skinny little thing with no hair on her body, I'd get naked.  All right,
I'm still waitin on that, but at least I got something under my nipples
besides bones.  They was outies now, and keep getting thicker, and darker.
I scratched at one with the fork, then got another bite.

   Maybe I should get that lesbo one, watch it again.  But that would take
up the VCR, so I never get to the end.  "fuck." Everything takes for
fucking ever.

   He wern't pissed, at me.  Didn't throw me out, but his girl for the
night got all up in my face, sayin how pretty I was.  "Pretty little girl"
and fucked up my hair.  She was pregnint, not fat.  I went to bed, and so
did they.

   She ate him out, while he was fuckin her titties.  She had nice big
ones, and an outy.  I mean way out, and pink like a nipple.  Then she bent
over, an he fuck her ass.  Din't even touch her pussy, jus grease her up,
and stick it right on in.  I went back to bed, I's tiret, anyways.

   Redirection

   The short bus.  "Uh!" I dragged my bag up the steps, and looked at the
one other black faces on it.  "They jus transfer you?" It was empty anyway,
cept some pencils, and some sweats for gym.  Uniform, school logo on both,
dark blue like the pants ant the jacket.  At least there ain't no tie. 
"Wha'fo?" I went to a white school, we talk like that they correct us.

   "Pottymouth." I shrugged, "Oh, and I beat up a white boy.  He call me
nigger, and I fucked him up."

   "Mmhm!" she nodded, "You don fuck wit us!" I laughed.  Then the bus
pulled up, and Donny Z got on.  I lauph't again.

   "Sup?" she bobbed her head.

   "That him," I pointed, and he sat down.

   "Mmhm?" Like 'yeah, right.'

   "No really," I laughed louder, and he looked back.  "See?" He looked
away.  Good, wasn't just me.  "What's it like?"

   "Jail," she shrugged, "Butcha geta go home."

   "How old're you?" She looked, I don't know, maybe barely a teen.  Some
tits, not much.

   "14?" She got all mad, "How old you?"

   "Eleven."

   "5th grade?" she looked like she did when she was all 'MmHm?'

   "4th," helt back, "Math." Algebra.

   "Girl we like middle school, 7th, 8th.  I think there some 6 gradeas."
Black mouth, I can understand it, but I ain't said much.  Not a lotta white
kids, and no friends, i's gone be hard on a racist redneck lesson he wize
up.  They all call me weird, cause I don't talk about nothing but sex.  I
can't help it, ever since I started bleeding I can't think of no thing
else.

   It was all special Ed.  The whole school, but I wern't in with the
retards.  Aint none, just bad kids, "Tabbeh," she shook my hand, but we
pulled up, and got off.

   "Ra'Toine." Sometime "Lil Ray," but I hate it.  New school, thow, if
Jeremy don't tell everone I'm a slut ana ho.  Why he come here too?  I kick
he ass, not like he gone fit in.  Off the bus, there all kinda black hair,
some straight Mexicano too, he gone get he ass kicked he don't watch he
mouth.

   And just like that it like I don't learn nothin in that white school. 
Charta Magnet, they say they can take me out the Ghetto, but the can't get
the ghetto outta me.  Well, I learnt that.  Ghetto a German word, like
Lotz. Night of the Broken Glass, and Dachau.  I did good in histrey.  Yeh,
this look like Dachau.  "What'chu in for?" Talkin and steppin up.  That
what I'll do.

   Delante {Gb NS}

   "Oh hey, 'toine." I now her from the neighborhood.  "Where ya been?"

   "Back wit my daddy," she shrug, "She gone back in rehab." Her mama.

   "Who she wit?"

   "Nobody, less she meet somebody in rehab."

   "Daddy Dezzy gone?"

   "Yeh, Oh!  I mean my real daddy, Antoine."

   "He get out?" We walk away.  Done know these other kids.

   "Yeh." She held her elbows.

   "He don't."

   "He aint touch't me," Again.  She let out a breath, "He get all these
girls."

   "Hookers?"

   "Not all them, but yeh.  If'n he strike out." I helt her, just turnt my
back on the playground.  Nobody say nothin', for once.  See, I ain't a
faggot.  I got a girl, she my friend, but they dont know that, and she need
a hug.  She dont cry.  I guess her brothers and sisters with they daddys,
or the 'shawns with they granfolk.  An now she in a new school, again, that
don't turn out right.  Never did before, anyway.  I checked her kicks when
the bell ring, and she run off.  She still taller, skinnier thow.  Weren't
she in that Gifted school?  Damn, that shitty.

   I worry bout her.

   Principal {MG Exhi NS.}

   "I see you here for fighting," run my thumb down over the listed
problems, nothing more serious.

   "Yeh, for gettin called Nigger." I did note that Language seemed to be
the Mode.

   "All right, I see you're remedial in Charter-Magnet." Not much racism
here, I won't stand for it.

   "Yeh, like all White.  They help me wit my Language." I flipped back to
grades.  Sure enough, a progressive improvement in English, Social Studies,
none in Mathmatics, "You got a dress code here?"

   I look up, down, "That's fine," away, "But close your legs.  I'd suggest
a skirt if you're going to wear Tights."

   "Oh, I got one." she stood up, pulled one out of her backpack, "It got
hot."

   Fuscia, and Orange.  I noticed Talitha Koum in the school history, "Kate
Ross address."

   "My mama outta rehab."

   "No Red, or Black Clothing, Ballcaps, Tank Tops, team logos, or
bandannas." Tattoos, have to be covered up.  "Earrings," I noticed hers
were pierced, "Must match.  2, or none, one in each ear."

   "So, no Gang Sign."

   "Yes, now let me explain one of the rules," I turned them around for her
to read.  "No fighting.  Both of you will be restrained, and taken to a
neutral place to talk about it.  We teach Conflict Resolution here, In
addition to the standard curriculum."

   "Mmhm?"

   "It's not a punishment.  You won't be suspended, though you may stay
late with your Teacher if you want to get caught up."

   "On my grades?" She thought, "Get caught up fo what, then?"

   "In School Detention." I pointed out the ISD section.  "Instead of
sending you home, we keep you with a group to resolve the conflict.  So you
may miss some schoolwork.  Are grades a goal?" A good student.  "That's
what Redirection is all about, turning your life around to get on the right
path, and realizing your potential."

   "Yeh, I wanna get inta High School, and outta that ghetto."

   Ray {Gf Pseu Saph.}

   "Hey," Mexican girl, but dark skin.  May be mixed, even.  "I'm Ra'Toine,
but you can call me Ray."

   "Yeah?" she look down on me, "So?" Older kids, they all older kids, but
they don't pick on me.  They don't like me, want some kid hangin around,
and Tabby went on a rampage in the lunch-room when they tease her about me.
It was awesome, tippin tables, and throwin chairs fo they stop her, but
they took her away for ISD, and talk to her a while.  So, I ani't gone call
her a dyke, eva.  Member dat!  So, I just see her on the bus.

   Just standin' there, bi her.  "Huh, you wan something?"

   "A friend?" maybe benefits later.  She ain't popular, neither.

   "Your in my gym class." I seen her too, but she din't look at me, in the
locker room.  I look down, let my face heat up.  Can't really see it,
usuly. But we out in the PE yard.  They ain't got a Playground, but by the
Pull Up bars.

   "You done talk a lot." I smile, "Thas good, I don't small-talk, not like
the wetha change much round here, anyway." I guess he don't jus make it
look easy.  It is, when you know what to say.

   "Most people talk too much," she agree.

   "You from Mexico?" A little Accent, but she also talk kinda white.

   "Vera Cruz," she nod.

   "I's from Kate Ross." off and on, "I never seen yo famly there."

   "We live down in Lorena, my Daddeh got a business.  Construction, not
Landscapin'."

   "Why you come here?" ?  Confused look, "Uh, I's in for fighting, back."

   "Oh," she shake her head, "Stealing, mostly." I look down at her long
sleeves.

   "And cuttin'?" She change in the corner, try to hide behind the locker
door, but I seen them.  Scars on her arms, but now she got scabbly lines on
her side.

   "Huh!" She look up, an away from me.

   "Done guess they send you here for that, i's all good.  Legal even, but
why you do that?  I's just curious, I done know why girls do dat."

   "I don't know.  Neither, I wanna stop, but.  I just don't fucking know,
main." That how she say 'Man.'

   "Is't cause you gay?" put my hand up, "I still ain' judgin you, but I
see the girls you look at, in the locker room." It ain't me.

   "Huh!" She hold her eyes close.  "Yeah, I guess."

   I hug under her arm, "I's all right.  I's all good." Rub her back.  "You
waitin on the bus?" She nod.  "Which one?" She shrug, look like to cry. 
"Can I hang out wit you, afta school?"

   "Yeah," she swallow, "I'd likeat." So, cowgirl, sorta.  I ast her what
spanish fodat is, and she say "Vaquera." So, tha's good 'nough for us.

   She fat, but short.  Not a lotta titty, but a Barrio Booty.

   'Querra {fG Pseu Saph}

   "Huh!" She's so young?  And ghetto, IDK, I used to go to the mostly
white school in Lorena until I started getting in trouble.  I only skipped,
and shoplifted to fit in, but guess who got blamed for all of it.  I don't
look like them, and my Espanglese is good, but those Anglo girls.  None of
them got in trouble, and I told them who the ring-leader is."

   "Yeh?" Just hard to follow, and I only been here since the start of the
semester.  I like having friends, but there's nothing but bad girls here.
And worse, boys.  Strength in numbers, then.  I'magine, but she don't look
that strong.  "I's pretty out here."

   "Yeah?" I looked out the window.  "Looks the same to me." Overgrown
farms, and liveoaks mostly.  I checked the mail, walked across the yard,
flipping it back to sort it.  Don't have to do that, nobody sends me
snailmail, unless I order a package, or something.  She's just not talking,
and I don't know what to say.

   "What?" I look back, from unlocking the storm door.  Pella, I saw her
check me out in the reflection.  Inside, I pulled the strings to drop the
shade between the panes.

   "Nice place." I guess.  Living room looks the same, Sectional out from
the wall, makes a kinda foyeur with the inset porch, and across from the
entertainment center.  "Isat a gat?" Like a rapper, I step back in the
corner.  Hold the stock so she don't just pick it up.

   Huh!  "It's a shotgun.  Mydady's serious about self defence, home
defence, hunting, survival; But it ain't a Toy."

   "Mus be nice," she wanders around to the living room, "You gotta a
Playbox?"

   "IV," I nod, "You a gamer?" Too, I guess.

   She shrug, "We ain't got none.  What kinda games you got?"

   "FPS, mostly." I play with mydaddy.

   "Wu'zat?"

   "First Person Shooter." I open the cabinet on the side, "Why don't you
pick one out?" I unplugged a couple.  She went through the cases, in the
entertainment system, so I grabbed a controller off the base, and showed
her.  "We don't need the disk, here you can surf through the menus." I held
down the stick, but it's a short list, so it stopped at the bottom.

   "Warframe." She read, "Dat look cool."

   "It's ah," Loading...  "In the future, you just fly around space.  Here,
I'll show you around the ship," Walked her back to the Warframe bay. 
Skipped over to Excalibur.  "This one's good to start.  The primary power,"
I thought, "No," switched to Rhino.

   "Yeh!" she grinned back, "Dat one."

   "Okay, the primary power," I held up the controller, tapped the trigger
for her "Is a dash attack.  Anyone you hit on the way in." It tales a while
to learn spin-dashing.

   "Likea linebacka."

   "Yeah," she'll get the hang of it.

   .  .  .

   She stayed for dinner, and the night.  It was kind of embarrassing when
dad got mad, started yelling.  At my brothers, `Toine just got up, went out
in the back yard.  Smoking beside the house, I open my daddy's little
closet on the porch.

   There some ant-spray, and a bag of fertilizer pellets for the garden. 
His bong, he's got a friend in Austin, drive up to Colorado, but it for his
PTSD.  He don't smoke that "Dirt weed" from Mexico.  He's a vet, a Marine,
but he told me it aint like Call of Duty.  Says they're mostly there to
"Catch Schrapnel." He didn't, but he lost a lot of friends to roadside
bombs.  And his temper, he got mad before, but when he come back, he don't
need a reason, he just start yellin'."

   "Whuh!" she nodded.  "He ait wit all dese guns?"

   Shrug, "He never.  Huh, he just yell, an' hits thing," lots of holes,
and patched holes in the walls.  "Not us, and he never go for the guns."
When he's mad.  "He just paranoid."

   He came out, panting, and shaking, so I load him the Sasquatch, and he
smokes a cigar to cover the smell.  The neighbors, well we don't smoke on
that side.  Arite, the boys fucked up today, all 3 of them, broke in
someplace after school, did a lot of damage, and stole some stuff.  She
didn't look scared, at all.  Most times I brung friends over, they don't
come back after he scare them off, but she just shrug, got up, dropped her
dish in the kitchen, and came out to smoke.  But I had my own room, and
it's a school night, so we went to bed.

   Ra'toine got undressed in the dark, but I set my alarm clock, and turned
it so she was kinda blue.  And dark, she had white underwear on, but took
that off too.  Got under the blanket, naked, and snuggle up next to me. 
Her hair went flat on the pillow, but she felt my leg.  The scars striped
down it, and my side.  Then around front, and.

   I put on shorts, and a night shirt in the bathroom.  After my shower,
"Huh!" And I had a pretty good buzz from smoking with dad.  It's medicinal,
helps with my problems too, but not this one.  The main problem is I'm gay,
and, I don't know what to do with a girl, when I get one.  Thought about
it, a lot, but now I'm nervous, about what she thinks about my body, and
especially the cuts on my leg.

   "Hh!" She felt so hot, I mean her face was warm, and she wasn't touching
me.  With it.  Uh, she kissed me.  "Hm!" Sighed on my mouth, and opened her
warm soft lips.

   "Hh!" Her tongue was wet, and flicked through my teeth so fast.  I could
taste her breath, the smoke on it, and her.  Her mouth didn't taste like
mine, and my shorts feel so damp on her fingers.  "HhHhHh!" She didn't say
anything, just stopped kissing, and pushed my shirt up.  Felt the side of
my chest, squeezed it flat, and licked the soft rolled edge.  Stopped, and
kissed me when she found the nipple.

   "Uh!" I held her soft hair, like the fiber fill they stuff in pillows,
and dolls, and teddy bears, and "Nh?" I had to hold my breath, when she
slipped her hand in my shorts, I wanted to moan, scream in pleasure, but I
just held my breath.  Her thumb pinched my tit so hard I thought it'd
bruise, but she touched me.  Inside me, little finger felt hard between my
lips, and she put her hand over my mouth.  "MhhhHHH!"

   It was dark, I could see the ceiling, but it was like staring off into
space, and I couldn't close my eyes.  I just panted through my nose, a
little snot blew out on her knuckles.  I felt like I had a heart, beating
out of control, but my pulse thudded in my ears, and it was lower.  Faster,
between my hips, and "Nh!"

   She was inside me.  I think it was just her finger, and it hurt a
little, but I could feel it.  Inside, squeezing tighter, twitching, and the
hard fast pulse inside me, slowing down..
:

   . .

   "Huh!" she let my mouth go, and I panted, but the ache of pleasure just
washed all over me, and I started shivering.  "Huh!" She wiped the back of
her fingers off on the pillow.

   "Smp?" My nipple popped out of her mouth and she kissed me.  Then she
sniffed her fingers, licked one of them, and it sound so loud slipping out
of her lips, right in my face.  "SMP!" Her smile was so bright, like the
corners of her eyes.  "You taste good as fried chicken." She whispered, but
I laughed so loud, she got up, and put on my robe.  Grabbed her Newports
from her bag, but there's lighters on the porch.

   She slipped out, didn't shut the door, but I just sighed, and closed my
eyes.  "Huh!" That felt wonderful!

   Ra'Toine {GF...}

   She kinda flat.  But she showed me where the pot at, and, I pult the
plastic off my pack.  "Hh!" Flip off the ash.  I take the shake, there like
3 different kind, and I mean it Kind, nunna dat Mexican "dirt weed"
squished inta board.  Packed the bong, and she come out, in her sleep
shorts, but I put the pot under a can.  On the table, aint even a gram, I
ain't gonna sell it, but we work out the price lata.  She got money, done
lookit, but I ain't useta Mexicans havin money neitha, ait?  She ain't even
dark, she tanned.

   She ain't got no titties.  She got a trainin bra, an nipples, her
nipples growin.  They jus look like titties in the trainin bra, but she got
a fat chest, they fat, hang down.  An I can't say nothin cause she gay, an
nobody believe me anyway, but when I molest her.  She got hairs, not a lot
up front, but she pudgy down dere, an I done really like her.  Likeat, she
a cool friend, and it fun cumin over to her house, maybe stay here, on tha
weekend, but I gotta work, and now they textin me.

   So, I swipe through the picters of dicks, and sent back "I had stuff to
do, tomorrow." I can skip, but I done need the money.  Not yet, but I savin
it, and pull the bow out on the robe fow a selfy.  Tye it back up, but I
got Kerra's numba, so I sent it to her too.  I's oner back porch she seen
it, but din't sext back.  jus come out.  I need more smokes, tomorrow. 
Maybe I can get off the bus on the way in.  That scholl, I done know howta
get outta there yet.

   So, better sleep, with Kerra.  I let her feel me up, it her robe, she
like my ass, an touch me, but I giver the short, and go back in.  Fall out
when my head hit the pillow.  "Huh!" Stuck the shake in the bottom of my
pack.

   Delante

   "Hey," she got off the wrong bus.  "I been thinkin."

   "Yeh?" She look around.  "You wanna skip?"

   "Yeh," probly a good idea.

   "You know how to get outta this?"

   Training jail.  Yeh, it's a school, but what they teach us is how to
live in prison.  The fences ain't to hard, they ain't got watch towers, but
at least it'll feel familiar when you get there.  Reminds me of the home I
went to when Mama went to jail.

   "Whatchu been thinkin?"

   "Ah actuly," He been talking smart to me since I statrtet at that Charta
school.  "I think you need to talk to someone."

   "Who?" We come around the dumpstas, but I check.  They up against the
buildin.

   "Well, she kinda like a doctca, but really she been through stuff like
you did.  An I think you otta talk wifer."

   At the fence, In the corna and there ain't no windos over here.  Can't
even see none, he smart, he just stop tryna hide it.  Around me.

   He get down, and put his fingas togetha, so I step up, and he push me
where I can reach the top.  No raza wa'r.  Jus the tops pokin up like
-x-x-, but if I's a bird, I ain't about to land onit.  "Uh!" but I put my
feet up, it just like 8 feet.  KZ!  it shake behind me, and I stick my
knees out so they don't hit me in the face.  I learned that, 1st time on
the playground swings, that shit hurt!

   I turn around, and check my hands fo cuts, but Delante, he just look up.
Jump, grab the tops where they rolled down ova the pipe, an kinda jump. 
Swing he legs ova wit a twist, an pull he arms back, over the sawtooth top
of the fence.  WHUMP!

   "You been workin out?"

   "Yeh wit Kelly."

   "Who Kelly?"

   "My girlfriend," he grin, and wink, "Back at da home."

   "Wut home?" I narrow my eyes.

   "Oh, my momma got arestet.  I'm stayin at the children clinic, you got
somethin to do?"

   "Jus din't feel like school?"

   "Whatchu feel like?"

   "Huh!" Not workin, neither.  "Uh?"

   "Yeh, you'll like her, she smart."

   "You fuck with her?" I chuck my head, he never touch me.  I mean, he
hugged me, when I's cryin, I din't never have no big brother, I mean shawn
`was never biggern me.  But he don't wanna touch me, he know I don't
likeit, and he love me.  Too much to diss me likat.

   "Huh!  yeah.  Not no more but, she come bye the showas lass night.  That
why it make me think a her."

   "You say she, know what it, what happen to me, `slike?"

   "Yeh," he nod, "I think so." He otta know to, he momma fuck wit him.

   "What cho mamma in fo?"

   "I calt the cops." He sigh, and take my hand.  "I toled them, and, they
beliebed me." He start cryin, so I stop, and let him hug me.  "Huh!  I
thought I was past dat." He sniff, "I gess she right, you neva done."

   Dr.  Rennor.

   "Now you're breaking in." He just keeps getting worse, more aggressive,
transferring him to a more age appropriate placement, or starting the
process.  Early, but he had to have escaped the school to have come back
here.

   "But miss Allison, I know dis girl, an she got problems, like rage
problems, you got no idea.  So anyway, I was thinkin I bring her back here,
to talk to you on acconta they can't handle her at redirection.  So, you
wanna talk to huh?"

   "Huh!" I rubbed my eyes.  "Go ahead, and let her in." He got the door, I
cleaned my glasses.  African American like him, but younger, and
malnourished.  She looked like a cotton swab, in a baggy Baylor jersey,
except for coloration, of course.  Anorexia?  "Have a seat,"
Malnourished/Neglect?  Delante went out to the hall, and grabbed another
chair.  Closed the door.

   "What kind of issues are we talking about?"

   "Her daddy raped her, then her mamma boyfriend molestet her, and pimped
her out.  A couple times." I covered my mouth.  She nodded, her hair had
tangles in it, and patches where it looked like it had been ripped out.

   "What's your name, sweetheart?" She looked up, frowned.

   "Ray-Twan?" Looked away.

   "Would you like to talk about it, with me?" I nodded, "If you think it
would help you feel better about it."

   "Dis Kelly?" She nodded, then shook her head at Delante.

   "Oh yeah, and she wanna meet Kelly."

   "May I ask why?"

   "I think she undastand huh."

   "Yes, but she's a patient here.  Huh!" Roll my eyes, "Would you like to
seek therapy here, Um.  Ray'Twan?"

   "I wanna get outta my house." She look around, "There any way I can
check in here?" Back down at me, "This place likea re-hab?"

   "Not unlike that, however we tend to specialize in children with
treatable illnesses from traumatic trauma." Shake my head.  "However, I
need to call your school anyway,"

   "So I won't need a note, doc." Delante joked.  I hadn't known he was
hanging around Kelly, but in retrospect, he probably picked up that idiom
from her.  Or, a lot more of the children were calling me "Doc" now, the
joke around the playground is my "first name is Doctor."

   "Hn." Pick up the phone, I don't need my glasses for it.  Buzz Mrs. 
Stewart.  "Could you bring me a coffee?" And a vacation.

   Kelly {CBG NS Init}

   Hello?  !  She looks, mean.  At everyone, so I lean back, catch the bar
behind my knees, and kick out, to backflip to my feet.  Walk up to him,
"Hey."

   "Sup?" he chucked his head, looked over his shoulder, at the roof.  Over
by the corner, with the side gate, and the pipe.  Just wandered off.  I
spotted, nodded when he looked back.  The kids stopped playing, watched,
talked, didn't point.

   "I'm Kelly," held out my hand, knuckles up, but fingers loose, she
looked at me, doubtfully.

   "Ray'Twahn?" like Mhm?

   "Sup Ray?  Or d'you prefer Toine?"

   She shrugged, "Delante say you know what it like."

   "Was'at?"

   "Gettin raped, by yo daddy."

   "Come on," I turned her by the shoulder, "You any good at climbin'?"

   "Like what?"

   "Likeis," I stepped in, jumped, swung my other foot over to the wall,
and started climbing up.

   "Aite," she didn't wait, but I made the top fast enough to set down, and
watch her from the corner.

   Yeah, she can climb.  Delante pulled water bottles out of his pants, and
tossed a couple to me.  Picked up his.  "Huh!" I caught her hand, and
pulled her up.

   "Damn gerl, you stong!"

   "Yeah," I work out.  "You wanna talk about it?"

   "Not really," she look away.  "Huh!  I try dat, talk there'py.  Thet jus
make me cry agin, I done feel no better." Translating, I know jive,
ebonics, rap, and hip-hop, but this was mixed with heart o Texas drawl.

   "They make you relive it."

   "Yeh." Shrugs.

   "Have you tried sex therapy, or sparring?"

   "Was sparrin?"

   "Like slap boxin'." I hopped up, bounced around.  Delante stood up, from
the air conditioner he was leaned on, and set down his bottle.  "D'you eat
today?"

   "Yeh," a little.

   "Cummon," I sniffed, and tapped my nose with her thumbs, "Come at me
bro!"

   Ra'Toine

   I's like, she making fun of me, from as soon as she sawed me.  The look
on her face, she's like a bully, I can tell, but she like.  6?  Maybe six.
Trippen, bowin up, "aite," but I might hafta hercha.

   Damn she quick, tho.  Defensive I guess, hada chase her all over, and
can't hit her.  She to quick, "How this therpy?"

   She slap my hand.  I blinked, I think, hadta or somethin cause I watch
her the whole time, but then I saw her arm go back.

   "Huh!" she rolled her eyes, but was gone before I could catch her.  She
tap mytoe wit her shoe an her foot come back, then I look up, and jump when
she slap my ass.

   "I'm bored?" She shrugged.  "You like sex therapy?"

   "I ain't try it."

   "Then try it," she stop, stand up.  Whernt even breathen hard.  "Rape
me."

   "Now If I can't laya hand on you then how tha helm I spota rape you?" I
looked ova at my hand, shake.  "Hh.  Huh?" Helt it up.

   "Here," she took my hand, "Have a seat." Yeh, good idea.  "You want some
water?"

   I nod, try to swallow, "Yeh." The cap spun off, and she handet to me.

   "How do you feel?"

   I just killed it.  "Kah!  Hah, Idaknow.  hH!"

   "Good," she got up, "You hungry at all?"

   Rape.  She said it, I said it.  I don't know what kinda trick dat was,
but I don't even feel like cryin?  I checked, felt my eyes, they was dry.
"Yeah," I could eat something.  Ain't even trippen, done even feel mad.

   "Cumon," she helped me up.

   Liggett

   "You too, Delante." He's my ticket outta here, and coming around nicely,
without my help.  Kinda nice to stand back and watch him grow, feel almost
like his adopted mother.  Disciplined, he doesn't fight no more.  He goes
to school, at redirection, sounds like a ride from fence-to-fence from what
he said, but he's not going to be staying here much longer.

   Not for age, but development, his voice stopped crackin'.  Settled on a
nice still high tenor, not much control over it yet, but he's hairy.  Tall,
for his age he already looks 12, or 13, they might notice him at a public
high school because he's black, but I can see the Genophages don't need my
help.  Lots of genophagic boys in the showers, gangbangs, but mostly
bukkake with swallowing.  They can taste them now, some of them, and smell
eachother.

   Delante can, fortunately there's no fertile females here, that I know
of, I don't have their phermone scents neither.  Ain't compatible.  So, a
nice vacation from the overwhelming hormones, then ride him outta here, and
she looks pretty good.  Actually.  Kelly's all right, but a little young,
she need some meat on her bones, but hits the chow line like she starving.
And Kelly will be all right.  I bet her life on it, but it looks pretty
good.

   Terror mom, comes to pick her up from the playground.  Slaps her,
repeatedly across the parking lot, and she loud.  Real loud, I can hear her
over the traffic until they cross, but I can't make any of it out.

   "Huh!" Bus stop, better stick to the original plan, but she goes to
school with him, so I'll see her later.

   Delante {BGC Cybe Poss Cons}

   She let me out.  Tole me it's a "Surprise," what the fuck.  I ain't been
up on the roof, at night.

   "Where the stars?" Ask me how she get squares.  She white, and to young
to smoke, but whom I to tell her?  "At?"

   "Huh!" she lean back on her arms, "They're still there, of course.  You
see that lamp?"

   "The yella one?" Yeh.

   "Kinda off orange," her shoulders bounce, "Yeah, that's sodium vapor. 
That's the kinda light." She took a drag, put her hand back down.  "Now you
look at the glow in the sky, you see some of that same sodium vapor orange
in there?"

   Squint, "Yeah, I think I do."

   "Nobody with a good car," she giggles, "Needs to be justified."

   I nod, sure.  {Ministry - Jesus Built My Hotrod(Red/Whiteline Remix)}

   "Dingading dang;" she turn on the gravel, "You any good at sucking?"

   "Huh?" I shook my head, grinned.  She just get turned on likeat.  Or
Idaknow, bored?  "Yeh."

   "I mean like every drop.  You think you can do that?"

   I laugh, "Ever drop of what?"

   "It's a lot.  Huh, but I don't wanna waste it."

   "What?"

   "My cum."

   "I mean yeh, you got a little wet," been a while really, "But you sayin
a lot?"

   "Yeah, like a," she looks it up, "Sesquacup." Shook her head, "Cup ana
half, three quarters of a pint?" I remember learnin that in math, but ain't
never hearda a sesqua nuthin.

   "So like a couple milks."

   "Yeah," she grinned, and nodded.

   "Yeh, probly.  Why me?  I mean I know this gotta be wone of yo fetish
fantasy things, but."

   "You're the biggest guy here," she rubbed up my muscle to my shoulder,
"So you got the best shot at taking it." So yeh.  One of Her fetish fantasy
things.  She like it rough.

   Put her purse under the back of my head, and even wit the rocks, it was
soft enough.  She don't smell, right.  I don't know what wrong, it ain't
like miss Allison.  Don't know what she sposed taste like, neither, neva
kissed a girl down there, but she young.  An the bottom of my mouth get all
hot, like just sucked a guy off.  So that feel right, but she sideways, so;

   "Nh, Can you get a good seal?"

   Yeah, I try, and slip my tongue over to the side.  "Noh, back." Okay,
her hole, and she been fucked.  Hard to believe a little white girl can be
so loose, but yeah.  She opened up, I didn't even know girls can do that.

   "Huh!" It started cummin out, and I membered I had to swallow it, but my
mouth tingled, specially under the tongue, and none of it leak out, but she
little.

   "Krwlk!" I can taste it, but she said it be like three quarter a pint,
and it ain't comin out that fast, but now my tongue tinglin and I can feel
my throat go numb, somtin in it floppin back and, "HUHLGK?" Or somethin
likeat, but now I'm breathin it, and how can I know what my lungs taste
like, but I can't breath out, and I want ta puke, but now I can't feel my
body, and she holds down my arms, but now my legs' fallin asleep, an I can
just flop my feet.

   An then I pass out.

   What the fuck?

   {Sorry, I tried to make it as pleasent as possible.} Pleasent? 
{Whatever.} I'm not in Charter, but I'm in 7th grade.  {So anyway,} that
wasn't pleasant at all.  {I tried, not even gonna ask?} Whatever you is
came from Kelly.  {Yeah, truce on the grammar, and spelling.} You can, try
to imagine

   Well, that's a set of lady parts.  {Yes.} The full set, "Up here," the
eggs surrounded by swimming sperms.  Then flushing down, into a pool of
electric.  {Fluid.} Yeah, what's all that tingly stuff?  {The power source,
for all this cybernetic magic to happen.} What's cybernetic?  {Technically
the interface between man and technology.  On the one end you got, a
keyboard, mouse, and screen.} Yeah, {I'm closer to the other end of the
spectrum.}

   "Uh?" Kelly sat up, licked her lips, and sat down.  Picked up her short,
but flicked a lot of ash off.

   I watched my numb arms pick up the bag, pull out blankets for her. 
{Wait, you know what Dr.  Rennor tastes like?} Shake my head.

   "Um," Kelly gets up, "You mind if I go back in?"

   "{Yeh," You wanna be alone now.} Yeah, but I don't know the codes. 
{Don't worry about the codes, where you sexual with Miss Allison, really?}
Are you going through my memories?  {Short term, but yeah, now I can see,
she's a child molestor too?} She didn't molest me.  {No, she asked you to
show her, what her mom made you do.  Didn't bring any dolls.} How do you
know?  {I did it to you too!} With Kelly.  But not Allison?  {I can't
believe it's Allison with you, but she just did it that once?  Weird, I'm
not sure if that makes her preferential, or opportunistic?  I mean she's
got plenty of boys to play around with, do you know any more?} I know all
the boys.  {Right, there's like one fucking fertile female, when was this?}
Couple months back {Huh!  So, she's into boys, guess I didn't give her the
chance.  You remember Sammy?  Yeah, with the casts, you're sick, or
something with him?

   You mean Samuel?  Yeah, well he come in all busted up, and they said he
catatonic.  Paralyzed, or somethin, but he answer question, nod, shake his
head, and the like.  Then he start talkin, guess you gave him amnesia or
somethin.  Wasn't Kelly busted him up in the first place?

   {He raped her.} I can feel, both of it?  Then when she woke up.  All
right, yeah.  I can see that.

   {His mother molested him too.  Him and his brother.} I never played with
my brother like that.  {Did your mama?} IDK if she did, I didn't see it. 
He never told me, nothing likeat.  {Your Language is actually pretty good.}
Thanks, make pretty good grades in English.  It ain't hard.  {I mean the
language center, } she showed me, {In your brain.}

   Huh!  {Huhn?} It wasn't like that for me.  {You're her favorite?} No, I
was the oldest, so it was always my fault.  My mom didn't molest me, she
sexually abused me.  {OIC.} Yeah.  {Feels more Anger Retaliatory than
Sadistic.} Yeah?  Well miss Alison got me past all that.  {Scalding balls?}
Well most of it.  {You're not a masochist!} No, I can just take a lot of
pain.

   {Good.} Yeah?  {Yeah, that's really good.}

   Ra'Toine {MG Rape Role}

   "Hey," he done sit wit nobody.

   "Hey," he took another bite, "Youwaint eadin?" Wifis mouf full.

   "Yeh," shrug maybe later.  Lunch room food, is nasty here.  He gave me
his milk.  "I was thinkin'," lick off my lip, "What wus Kelly talkin bout
fo me ta rape huh?" It's a lunchroom, is loud, nobody sitin wit us.  "I
mean, we girls."

   "Girls rape eachother," he nodded, "All the time, you'd be surprised how
long it's been going on." He rolled his eyes.  I don't know, since I come
back from livin wit my daddy, and started this redirection school, he
differnt.  Growin up, he din't usta be strong, at all.  Kinda hard ta see
him as a man.

   "Well, I guess She was talkin bout rape therapy."

   "You mean therpy fo rape, or rape as a therapy."

   "Huh!  It ain't rape, but it," shrug his head sidway, "Can help wit
rape. Understanding it."

   "Why I wanna undastand rape?" search me.  Shrug.

   "You know how a car works?"

   "Nah," Ain't never had none.  Well, some my daddys had cars, but.

   "Then you can't fix it." Yeah, I can see dat.  "So, if you have
something up here," he tap my head, "You haveta undastand it to fix it. 
Denial doesn't fix anything."

   "I ain't in denial!"

   "Yeah," he laughed, "Right."

   "Nah, I know I's raped."

   "Huh," He looked around.  "Might not wanna get to loud," Right, just
yellin rape in tha lunchroom.  "You wanna go for a walk?"

   "Yeh," he dump his tray, "Ait."

   "Hn," he lit a square on he way round the corner.  Hand it to me.  "It's
a traumatic experience, and it happened to you repeatedly."

   "Yeh?"

   "Did you ever, like see it as if from a long way off, like it's
happening to someone else?"

   "Yeah," nod, "Like every time now." It's like watching a porn, only nah
it's like playing porn.  "Like a video game?" Yeh, likeat.  Only sex
insteada violent.

   "You're sexually active?" I laughed, but he look serious, surprise. 
"You said she hated sex."

   "Delante," you trippin?

   "Sorry, forgot you're a child prostitute." Shook his head, "Okay, huh!"
Like talkin to heself, or thinkin an talkin at once.  I neva seen him do
that afore, neither.  "Yes, that's not sex.  Any more'n rape or
molestation."

   "I's bidnez." Gotta get out, an that take money.  I ain't gettin no
basketball scholaship to Bayla.

   "So that's called Dissociation." Yeh?  I done lots, an lots of therapy.

   "How dat rape therapy work?"

   "Huh!" He stop, think, flip off he butt.  nlm.  "In theory, it's another
perspective.  You've been the victim, and played the victim with your
Johns. Sometimes it may help to see it from the rapist's point of view."

   "By rapin Kelly?"

   "No," he laughed, "She's pretty much locked into that home.  Yeh, we can
get over the fence, but that's just an Amber Alert waiting to happen, and
you saw how we got busted breaking in."

   "Well, it was the middle of the day," kids all over the playground, and
they didn't recognise me.  They all know Delante, but he been livin there a
couple months.

   "So, she out," he grinned, "So, you'd probably have to rape me." I hit
his arm, laughed.  "What?"

   "A girl can't rape a man." I covered my mouf, but then I seen it.  Like
it hapen to slow to see it afore.  Delante was a man now, sure he little,
he whole famly little, but I'magine jus got useta thinkin bout him bein a
boy, and din't think he'd grow up.  Afore me, he like a year younga.  Not
like he got a mustache or nothin.

   "Yeh." He winked.  ;)

   "I can't rape you, you a man."

   "You just don't understand it," He shook he head.  "Afta school." we on
the same bus anyway, an the be rang right afta he say it.  Then he kiss me.
He neva kiss me afore.  I like he friend.  We alway friend.  It ain't like,
hh I neva thought about it.  I mean, he a boy, but he Delante.  I guess I
worry he gay, cause people in our neighbrohood, and the schools we go to.
Well, they call him dat, but I didn't know he fuck with that white girl,
and that white Doctor lady.  Maybe he like white wimmin.

   But he say rape him.  Like she sayed "Rape me." But that was like a
dare, he serius.  He my friend, and he want it.  No, he say I needta
undastand, what it like ta rape.  Or why he rape, they rape me.  But it
aint like I like ta cry, I done wanna cry or even feel likeit, but.  Huh!
My grades slippen, agin, but this ain't like Charta, makin up all them
grades I fail, I behind, and I can't.  I can't let it ruin my life, or my
life.

   "Yeh," I got to undastand it to fix it.  You can believe that.

   "Yes?" He turnt around, "Ray'Toine?" Least he learn my name.  An I got
therapy, afta school.  Oh right, back to the Home wit Delante.  And that
therapist of his.

   "I gotta go to tha baphroom."

   "Here," he helt up th pass wit the key, and tha rubba band.  "Bath
Room."

   "Bath," I know, "Room." Jus gotta lot on my mind, `sall.

   I wonda if she rape him to.  Kelly, or docta Renna?  "Yeh," hurry to the
stall.  "Not Miss Allison, Dr.  Rennor." Hair tied up, wit her glasses.  He
say she fucked with him, but it ain't like he mom.  She punish him, even
when he ain't done thothin wrong.  She jus get mad, and hurt him.  But Dr.
Rennor let him show her, what she did, what she made him do, what he always
wanted to do wit her.  Not hurt her, he loved her, she's his mommy.

   But I wonder what that like.  Not gettin molestet, or raped.  I never
thought I can rape anybody.  I mean, i's impossible right?  A girl aint a
rapist, but if I was.  Me, rapin him, and the big ole bull dyke, walkin up
ta me in jail.  Tabitha, afta she broke in, in the showah.  "HhHhH!" You
know, I think I got off on dat?  I neva felt likeat afore.  Maybe I is gay,
and Vaquera, she just ain't my type?  I mean I got off afore, I think.  I
know I did, right?  But dis, damn.

   "Huh!" Wipe my mout, and flush so it aint suspicious me bein in dere. 
Aint checkin my makeup, but "Huh!" Wow, I look.  Damn, man, roll up my
sleeve and flex.  Dis mus be what it feel like, Idanow, I aint used ta
feelin like nothin but Ra'Toine, but, I'magine what a cop mus feel like.  A
white cop, or the president!  "Yeah!" Gotta wash my face to, I's sweatin.

   No idea how I'd do it, but now I can't wait to get outta school.  Fust,
"Better go see if I can learn somethin." And you know, I did?  The rest of
the day I barely thought about sex.  Just lookin at my notes, I didn't even
doodle.  Knocked out my homework instead of sleeping on my desk, too. 
"Huh!" That was great!

   Delante {GM Femdom}

   So, that went well.  She's not suspicious, of all I know now?  She
hasn't seen you in months, right?  You went through a growth spurt.  I went
through puberty in a year.  It's been a year?  It hasn't, I haven't known
you for a year.

   No, but I got infected, what d'you call them, spermy things.  Whatever
you want, they're basically sperm.  It's like a virus, it gives you better
genes, makes you strong, gives you more efficient reflexes, energy.

   A sex drive.

   Libido, yes.  What did you do to her?  It's probably just at the fantasy
stage yet, but she's got a false dichotomy in her head.  When where you
infected?  OIC.  Anyway, she sees people as either Victims<or>Abusers. 
Different levels and types of abuse, but never considered herself an
abuser. Nor thought about her victims, so I gave her a vocal meme.  Took a
couple doses to start working.

   Like a; Image Macro?  Okay, that comes right out and says it, with a
picture to catch your eye.  In less technical terms I gave her the idea
that she doesn't have to be the victim.  You'll have to confront her, as
one of her victims.  "What?" Look around.  "Sorry, was that D-to-Z, ot
T-to-Z?"

   "D." he turnt back to tha chalkboad.  Sorry.  No problem, I do it to.

   So anyways, Huh!  Yeah, she usedta beat you up, when she was violent,
before she sexualized.  Daddy dizzy.  Huh, he white?  Yeh, sorry.  Desmond
"Diamond G." Garret.  That was his tag.  Crapper?  White gangsta, pimp. 
Pimped out Rashelle, Ra'Toine, and Shawnelle.

   And you don't fell anything about that?  It happened, she past it.  But
she's a prostitute.  She make bank, it aint like hookin, she a call-girl.
Why you think she got a phone?  I've never seen her phone.  Course not, it
bidness.  I can get in a gang, she get in a gang.  I know, initiation, goes
back to bikers in the 60s.  Oh, yeah.  Sorry.  All right, just damn.  Yeah,
so anyway I could rape my way in her, and probably patch her up, you wanna
learn this?

   Therapy?  Well, not necessarily rape-therapy, but you picked up on how
much they got wrong.  Miss Alison?  Yeh, got it.  I understand her, and my
mom; "Huh!" It takes time.  Yeh, an your never done, but thanks.  So, how'd
you get infected?

   Pedophile.  Pedorast, I vaguely remember him.  Not all that interesting,
but I got it now.  Escalated to oral then, good.  You, just jack bodies,
forever?  Not forever, off, and on for centuries.  Not always a good time,
but now's a good time.  Oh, because it doesn't interfere with history, hell
if I know, I'm not a historian.  Huh!  I'm the resident authority on sex,
violence, and sexual violence.  Just me, on the planet.  I think, never ran
into any others, but come to think of it, there's like 5 continents.  7. 
Wall about five inhabited ones.  There's people on Australia too.  Yeah,
but not a lot of them.

   You multitask.  What?  You can think with me, listen, and take notes. 
Yeah, if it's math.  OIC, different parts of your brain, but I guess that's
why the corpus callosum.  Here, in the middle of the brain.  Why does it
feel like we've done this before?  Sorry, here.  Yeh, that fixed it. 
Accidental back scatter from sensing it.  What?  The signal looped through
me, and there was lag across this nerve bridge, so you where experiencing
it twice, on either side of my head.  I shook it, blinked.

   Sorry, go back to your notes.  Thanks, you wanna fantasize or something?
Any requests?  Liggett.  Thought you didn't likeat.  I didn't, but I think
I'm starting to understand it.  And she's real intense.  Well that's me. 
Okay, then you're real intense.  Now, let me do this problem.

   Of course.

   Liggett {FM IR Hand Sade Porn Pros NS.}

   Packed it.  "Hey," chucked his head, "Gotta notha one'dem?"

   "Yehah!" Big grin, already warming up the pits.  "You got fity cent?"
Probly wonderin what a white girl doin in this neighborhood, like a lost
Baylor girl.

   "Nah," he turn, wave it off.

   Grin, black guy, tall, lean, muscular, backetball court body, Cowboys
jersey, though.  Matching pants, cap, turnt to the left.

   "How bout a handjob?"

   "Whut?"

   "Fity bucks."

   "I ain't payin you shit."

   "I'll pay you," Held it up, pump my fist in my other hand.

   "Man, you crazy?" He wondered back, behind some buildings and stuff,
didn't mind me following.

   "Naah!" didn't have to pull his pants down, just pull his shorts up. 
The had a fly, didn't even button them.  "Hh!" Suck in my breath.

   "You like it?" About half hard, a little thick, but ¾' long.  {8"?}
Sorry, yeah.  And the skin stretched out more, but I had to pull the rest
back.  Big hands, on my titties.  {Huh!  Sodatwutdeyfeelike.}

   "Yeah!  Huh!" 2 hands, easy, nice hair balls, bouncing.  Hard, so he has
to spread his legs out to keep them from slapping between his thighs.

   "Uh!" hand on the top of my head, "Damn, bitch!"

   Pull it back, "SMUIP!" Let it wink, wetly.  "Ah, shit!"

   "Huh!" Blink, grab my pants, feel the wet gushes in it.  "Uhn!" Damn! 
Choking, teeth like ta chip from hers, forced hard between them, then the
electric taste of a 9 volt, or suckin on a penny or a dime.  Holding him
through the seizure until he blinks, locks onto her eyes, "{Hello.}"

   What the hell was that?  Nightmare.  I felt Her fear.  {It's a long
story, and you wouldn't understand.} How can there be fear, and love, at
the same time?  {It's complex.} Nevamind, I done wanna know.

   Guess even nightmares have nightmares.

   Ra'Toine {GM Femdom}

   Afta school.  "You want to talk about your abuse?"

   "I been, having violent sexual fantasies."

   "I know."

   "Well, I been over'noverit wit my daddy, and daddy Dizzy, an he friends,
but huh!  Lately, the things I think about, an my dreams, I guess."

   "Recurring nitmares?"

   "Nah, is like a dream, when I play wif myself.  Oh, I'm cummin now."

   "You mean,"

   "Huh!" Is hard splain.  "I get wet, but then i get dis feelin," and my
face already feel hot.  "Whu!  I's intense." Strong, like I can break him
in half, over my knee.

   "Well, your posture's improved."

   "Yeh," gotta keep you head up.

   "Fantasies are not wrong, even violent fantasies."

   "Rape fantasies?"

   "Yeeaah," shrug my shoulder, "It ain't rape, but it.  Huh!"

   "What does he do, to you?" She and her damn dolls.  She gotta collection
of them at home, I'magine.  She just look like that kinda-girl.  You know,
tea-sets, and makeup.  Pretty nerd, and don't she know it, her makeup like
match her close, an probly her unnerwear.  "Like Delante an he mom."

   "I can't discuss another patient."

   "He my bess frien, he like famly, I neva hada big brotha, an."

   "Are you two sexually involved?"

   "We don't, it ain't likeat."

   "Like," she look away, "Rape?" She don't likeat word, but she don't like
Fuck, neither.  That what it called, but she white.  Some white girls
raised likeat, my momma she neva got on my bout that.  Even when i get in
trouble at school.

   "Like, you did, wit him.  You know:"

   "That's confidential."

   "Yeah, I know," I waved, "You molest him.  You think I don't know
molestation?" It my bidnez.  "You teach him crossdressin?  He stretchin out
all my panties." I can get more, and yeh, i's pretty hot.

   "No," she stood up, "I will not be blackmailed."

   "Sit, Down." I stood up.

   "Young lady,"

   "And quit yellin!  They know about your little boyfriends?  I don't want
nothin from you, but you beliebe in talk therpy?  Then sit down,
shuthefuckup, and lissen, cus if you ratha, we can talk blackmale."

   "So," I set down, "Anyway, it's like when I was wit daddy Dizzy.  I said
Lissen, damn!  Only dis guy wanna get tiet up.  Well, I gotta talk him inta
it, but he one dem.  Uh, you know dey.  He white, he like a dirty little
nigga girl.  So, I turnt it around.  I tole him he a bad boy, and spank
him, and tie him up.  I ain't rape him, he wanned it."

   "It's for a friend."

   "Sorry," whut?  "I's gettin inta it." I nodded.

   "It's a common excuse, I don't have a problem, but I have this
friend..." She didn't finish it.

   "Denial don't change nuthin'."

   "Yes," she sat forward.  "Well, you said this was a fantasy, but then
when you got," look down, turn, "Huh!  Excited, you." She swallowed, "That
wasn't just a fantasy," she look back, "was it?"

   "Well it is, but I triet it.  Parta this sex therapy, wit Delante.  He
say it work wit him."

   Shrug.  She thinks.  "Yes, it's an experimental therapy."

   "Yeh," I laugh, "It fo a book." Yeah, she know the type.  I know the
type, she just don't like girls.  Shame too, look like she gotta lotta
money.  She say it first.  Blackmale.  See what I did dere?  I know, I
ain't de male.

   Delante {MF Doms}

   {Yeah, it's rape by coercion.} All right?  {Blackmail, well sexual
blackmail.  You don't wanna violently rape someone like miss Alison like a
house nigger.  She seen how much you've grown?} Never seen me naked.  Put
her hand in my pants like my mom, made me suck her off, but mom never even
got her draws down.

   Right, so that's what I'm saying.  Yo mamma vilently sexually assaulted
you.  She used sex to manipulate you, so if we're gonna do it, might as
well get it right.

   Revenge.

   Yes, but constructive revenge, rape therapy.  She's in denial, you're
not her victims, she's got this hero complex, thinks she's }And you know
exactly what it's like.{ Exactly, so I can show her the victim's point of
view.

   What're you doing?  My palm tingled.  Not my fingers, they're still
numb. But I can feel, something.  Not in my hand, but in front of it.  {You
know what a solenoid is?} Like a slippery ball.  {Here,} I can see it,
{It's like a coil, but it's got a ferrous core.  This ones pushed out.}
Against a spring.  "Yeh."}

   Something swirled in my palm, {At right angles to the field,} and the
slippery ball popped, like a water-balloon.

   CLK!  She pulled down the handle, and slipped sideway out the door. 
}Where we goin?{

   She doesn't live on campus.  She giggled in my head.  She does that, how
I know she's a.  "Uh," she scans?  I don't know, she "Sayes" somethin, in
radio {Microwave, yeah.}

   "WIP!" A car blinks.

   "Pushbutton start."

   "KGROOM!" She open the door, and hop in.  {Cartheft, nhihhn!  It's so
petty.} Keep my head down.  Right, black "Teen" ager, nice car.  Where she
live at?  Lacy Lakeview, of course.  {Nice place,} I see all of it.  Like a
map, but in 3D, and all the walls.  Like the back wall, and the front wall.
{Sorry,} then ust lookin down, like on a map.  {Too spacial?} Yeh.

   {Security system.  HehehahahA!} You can hack it.  {Yeah, but I need like
a cell-phone.} Where you a hacker?  {No, serial killer, but now I'm
cybernetic, oh and it's pretty low-tech.  Look around.}

   "Wow," man!  "You can see all dat" I can hear it, I tried covering my
ears, but she grabbed the wheel.  Or put my knee up.  We coasted under the
stoplights.  {I tune it out.  Well most of it, I can focus on a strong
signal.  The cell tower over there.  {PCS, they don't run Cullular any
more.}

   What the fuck, `re doing?  {Defragmenting, sorry.} Texas cities, they
don't grow up as much as out.  Yeh, long drive.  {This communication is
much faster, but I'll stop when we get there.} It's like flashes, {Yeah, my
memory is pretty full, so I have to sort everything together, and use what
I got left more efficienly.} So, you're a computer.  {In your nervous
system, yeah.} But you're like {Almost tens of thousands of years.  Of
memory, since it switched on.} Right, but they'dnt have that technology ten
thousand years ago.  {Oh, it's alien technology, I'm borrowing it.} And you
know the future.  {A future, I don't know whatall's gonna happen this time
around.  I went through it, the long way.  That's most of the thousands,
anyway we came back, couple hundred thousand years, but I wasn't booted up,
or whatever.  For most of it.

   And you stole the Neuronano.  {No, he gave it to me.} God?  Not unlike
what your religions think about, sorry no.  {The devil.} Yeah, everyone
thinks something likeat.  I'm just daddy's little whore.

   {It's} Asexual.  And a pacifist, or it was.  Um, you play D&D? 
Couresnot, they're like neutral.  Watchers, they travel all over the
universe, for like.  Well I don't know the numbers, if I hadta guess order
f magnitude hundreds of millions of billions of years.  Between the Quazar
stage, and heat death of the universe.} Is like too hot here {And there's
no supermassive galactic cores.} Black holes, {Singulariti.  Huh, plural!}
Yeah, then when all the galaxies go out.

   The stars.  {That's} Thousands of billions.  Yeh.  So ancient aliens. 
Sorry, The last thing anyone can take is "a sense of proportion." ~T. 
Tragula.  {So anyway, you drive, I'll do all the talking.  Violence is just
sensation, pain compliance, and to snap her out of it.  You'll get the hang
of it, but it will really help if you can hold her while I hack her mind.}

   I don't want to hurt her.  Of course not, and that's great.  If you can
fake a little hesitation, good.  You're her victim, but I been gaslighting
her for a few weeks now, so that's the back door.  {Buttfuckin'} If you
like, these scenes are less about what you do as whom is doing it to whom.
You'll see, I can't explain it anyway, and we better get gamefaced.  She
brought a bag, no idea what in it.  {You're so exited!} I know, right!

   "Huh!" Branew kicks, I mean fresh outta the plastic from Big-lots.  Snap
pants, and no-logo zip up hoody.  No gloves?  {This is personal, the
disguise is just for the neighborhood.} Where's at?  {Oh, we gotta go in
the back,} Slip on a mask.  {A white mask, or flesh tone.  Gated
community.} Frosty out, and like no traffic.  {I'd hear it, on the hiway.}
A truck, sound like, but getting further, and further...

   House, I mean up-stairs, 2 car garages, I'm why they lock up.  But it
ain't one way in an out, they got trails.  {You can walk to the golf
course,} she chucked my chin at a cart.  Not even locked up {If the
neighborhood kids steal it, they don't get far.  Just have to recharge it.
You feel me yet?  This is about Privilege, they got parks bigger'n the
project you live in here.  Ain't even dogs out, because they're not for
security.} The dogs eat better'n us.  {Yeh, she live alone, well cats,
but;} I got it.

   But she doesn't want kids.  You know the doctor been fckin wit yo head?
Yeah, she's a bitch to drive men away, but it's because she doesn't want to
fake it.  Husband, just to have kids, sons of her own.  {What happened to
her} INS, we'll have to torture it out of her.

   Garage door.  Just went right up, we duck under it, it stop.  Start goin
down, I hear the sensas, but she just play it back fo them.  {They sense
us, but the jamming signal's stronger.  Not as much interference out here,
neither.  All the keypad hears is the signal it always hears.  "Nope,
nothing going on over here, continue to stand-bye." She has boys over,
though.  You notice she has to come down to the home?  Well, she does a lot
of work out here too.} Stopped defragging.  {Yeah, like miles ago.} It's
just annoying, when I notice it.  {Yeah, sorry.}

   Upstairs, of course.  Don't even close her door.  Just stand there, she
leaned up.  {Don't think you never fantasised this.}

   "Hnnnnnnnn." {Look around}

   All right, it's not what I'magined.  She neat, I mean notta hair outta
place, it never moves {~S.  Colbert.} Yeh, like a.  Kelly Ripa, likeat, but
it look like.  {A girl's room.  The ultimate girls room.} Such nice close,
she obviously got expensive taste, but they just kicked unda the bed. 
{Trashbag to the dry cleaners', I swear to god.} How long you been stalkin
her?

   Huh!  All right, shoulda known the whole Reassurance thing was about the
victim, but her?  {You hate her.} Yeah, she just so ignernt, and IDK,
fucking, Smug about it.  She's a narcissist} got that, {Yeah, and
narcissists are competetive.  So, I had to sit through her telling Me about
the problems with all these children when I can see it.  The mind she's
talking about, bettern any MRI, and it pissed me off.  A little.}

   You love it!  {Yeah, I learned something.  It's about every century now
I actually learn something from you people.  Humans, I mean.}

   "Snh?" She just turns her head, sighs.  {So, about ready to get
started?}

   I didn't think I could do this, but.  "Yeh."

   She threw me across the room, and the next thing I knowed, my hand was
over her mouth.  "MHHHH!"

   "{'sall right}," I pulled off my mask.  Her eyes turned to shock.

   "DMAM'a?"

   "{Yeahh!}" My breath on her face, "{I missed you,}" she turned away, but
She kissed the little dimple on the side of her forehead, `so much.' Barely
breathing on her ear.

   {Slap her tit.} "AMH!"

   "{But I hadta teach you a LESSON!" Grabbed it.  "{Your behavior, lately.
There have been some concerns, that you're becoming a anger to yourself, or
others.}"

   "NHM!"

   "{Denial?}" dripping sarcasm, {"I'm not in denial!"} "LOOKIT ME!" Fear,
terror, shaking her mouth, I can feel her teeth through her cheek.  "{You
made me a victim!}" Shaking her throat.

   {Dial it back.} Right, sorry, don't strangle her.  "Auh!" Slap her out
of it.

   "{Of course, you didn't hurt me.  Burn my balls with hot coffee,}" hey,
I gotta keep it up.  {Not, yet, save it.} Right, {And don't distract me,}
sorry, {Give her some pleasure, around the body.  She has to like it first.
"Fucking tease,"} Felt her up.

   Yeah, I thought about it, "{Jacking off wondering what you look like,}"
pushing down the blanket.  Naked.  {Probably panties.} Good.  "{Wit all
your clothes off.}" Rip it off.

   "YAIWMmmmmh!" Had to cover her mouth.  Wow, remarcably strong underwear.


   Sniff, "This turning you on?"

   "No!" turning away, but I just let go long enough to rub the rag in her
face.

   "{Denial?  Really?}"

   "Mhmhmhmhm!" She wimpered, I never thought I'd hear her whimper.

   "You doneeven know whatchu smell like?" My hands didn't feel numb, but
like the opposite.  I could feel the hairs, not like pubes, but tiny little
hairs on her tummy.  {Yes, the gentlest touch.  "I know you made me a
sadist,"} My hand frose, didn't even tremble.

   "HhuhH!" I let my hand slip back from her lips, even as her other.  The
wrincles acrost them just brushed my fingerprints.  I could feel my
fingerprints.  "{Whatsat say aboutchu, if you getting turnt on by this.}"
Not how I'd say it.  {Yeahbut, I don't want her thinking nigger, the racism
is pretty subconscious with her.  Just grab her arms.}

   She struggled, but din't scream.  "Ah!" Maybe a little, "You don't have
to hurt me!"

   "Hehehe," On her face, but she looks up.  "Yeh," winces in pain, "I do."

   "NhnnnhaaAAIH!" She's dry.  2 fingers, hard.

   Liketa pull her right off the bed with them hooked into her.  I hadta
get it out quick.  {You forget rubbas?}

   {No,} she shook my head, slowly.  {We want evidence this time.}

   "UH!" Bottomed out, not even balls deep.  Okay, she's gettin loud, so I
gotta cover her mouth, but I never wanted to hurt her, or rape anyone,
until I got it.  "YEH!" She gasped, sobbed, stopped screaming, and I let
her curl up.

   {Crime of passion.} Yeh.  {Even if she reports it, with the
molestation.} How'd I prove that?  {She recorded them, her office is wired
for sound.  Cover her eyes.} Yeh?

   "Huh!" {She hasn't gottne off yet.} "No, nhnnnnnn!" Yes, slow.  Deep. 
Try to push her cervix in, she breaking, but now yo want to use sexual
pain. Hurt her, but erotically, and not more then the pleasure.} I can feel
it?  {Not this one, but it's a playback.  Yeah, deeper, but not faster.}

   "Hhhhhhn!" Kiss her cheek, and press in.  Feel the tears leaking over
her nose.  Let my balls drape over her buttock, and let go.  "Hhhhhh!"

   .

   .

   .

   Liggett {DF MC}

   {Sleep.} He could have passed out.  His fantasy, enhanced, had ta hack
him first.

   ...

   Subspace, under me.  "Uh!" Slipping softly out of her.  Moist, she
started softening up after the initial penetration.  She's not a virgin,
but I bet she remembers her first time better.

   "First time?" I sat up, licked my fingers.  Even a little fresh blood,
she's been fertile a couple days.

   "Hhuhuhuhuhuh!" She shuddered.

   "Bein' raped, I mean." Looked at my nail, a little chipped.  "Cummon,
you ain't got a therapist, and you just been through a lot.  PBT!" Spit off
the flake.  Yup!  Must've scratched her a little.  He didn't feel it.

   "You raped me!" she sat up.

   "I'm sorry I hadta!  You wanna wake the whole neighborhood?"

   "Uh!"

   "Put the damn phone down, you want to rescalate, so soon?  Calm down."

   "But you just raped me!"

   "Like you raped me."

   "No," her eyes searched, "I never."

   "That's why I had to do it.  You make me feel dat, like my momma made me
feel, ever time I saw you, or your name.  Sound familiar?  No, it wasn't
violent, was I too violent?  No, I coulda done a lot worse, I held back,
you wouldn't belie how much I hadta hole back, but it was still rape.}

   "I know!" She curled up, and sobbed.  Missed the pillow, but I grabbed
it for her, and lay down.  "What happened to you?"

   Her hand felt the hairs inside the zipper.  I took it off.  "Huh, some
sorta percocious puberty, I'magine, you the doctor.  You wanna run my
blood?"

   "Uh?" she looked around.  Surreal, eh doc?  Flashing back to our office
relationship, with your goddamned $500.00 sheets against you.  Still aching
inside, and afterglowing with your orgasm?  {Yeh?} Can't you smell it? 
{Yeh!}

   Snhhh!  "I need a shower," I helped her up.  Come on, you know the
profile, she snatched her hand away.  Didn't say it, but thought it. 
Reassurance.  "Sorry, I had to hurt you a little, Doc." pat her ass, "But
you're pretty deep in denial."

   "You," she started shaking, "You're." ;) "Liggett?"

   "Cummon," I rubbed her arms, "Lets go get you warmed up." Immense
shower, you could fit a whole bathroom in it, with a tub, but it's all
marble tile halfway up the walls.  Like, half my neighborhood for this
house, probly.  Grab her robe, "Kenya make coffee?" It's gonna be a long
night.

   "Yehah," she was really shivering, still in shock, the coffe'll help
with that.

   I didn't transfer, because I didn't wanna.  Why he had ta drive, so I
could wall off in the skull.  The brain and in between it, around it.  He
went hypersensitive, all on his own.  He was a full Genopath, stick a
fucking fork in him.

   Not yet, maybe later, when she's knocked up with an interracial
congenital psychopath, and I'm done breaking her.  Dom mom.  "Hewwwwh!" She
blows on it, hazelnut flavored "cream" and a lot of sugar.  Whitener.

   I'll take it black, this time.

   ;}

   Allison {Yeah, Elvis Costello (My Aim is True).}

   "You're not a sadist." I blinked.

   "You're not a rapist.  Child molestor, maybe, but."

   Flashback to him, clenching around my thumb.  No, "Uhuhun!" I'm a
rapist!?  Therapist, but.  They cried.  "Huh!" Sniff.

   "I didn't wanna hurcha,,"

   "No," I shook my head, "You're right." I wouldn't have gotten it. 
Sniff. He didn't really hurt me that much but "Uh!" I felt like I deserved
worse.  Fresh tissues.  He didn't hurt me either, but he raped me.  That
made me do it, and now Delante.  "Huh!" Blow my nose.

   "I love you really, but.  Huh!" Almost girlish the way he sighs.  Look
down, right, panties.  He pick them up, sniffs them.  I thought I knew him.
"What you did to me.  It's hard."

   "I know."

   "No," he turned around and grinned.  "You wanna try it?" Hard to believe
he'd grown so much in.  Why, it wasn't even a year.  "I know you're a big
ole' Domme, you wanna try the top?"

   "Hh," but he's just, so.  Yeah, he's right, I'm a fucking child
molestor!?

   "There," he grinned.  ;) Winked.

   "Yeah," I pushed him down.  I did.

   Stevie {Bb Gays Cons Roma}

   "Huh!" His bed squeeked.  Lights out, so I couldn't see the bottom. 
It's like a hammock, or trampoline, but made outta bailing wires, and the
springs stretch when he lays down.  I can see how heavy he is by how much
it stretches down over me, and it squeaks when he.  "Huh!"

   I know what he's doing, I have brothers, or I used to.  They used to get
out the magazines in our room, and then they'd get the movies outta mom and
dad's when they're gone.  "Yh!" He held his breath, I could hear him
breathing, lots of boys were already snoring, but the teacher just grunted,
put his other leg up, and put the book back down.  He turned the page, and
kept reading, pushed his glasses up.

   There was mostly girls in it.  Even the ones with boys, they focussed on
the girls, their titties, and their pussies.  My favorite was this one,
where she bent over, and he rubbed this clear grease on her.  You couldn't
really see her, in front of him when the camera moved around behind them. I
remember his back, he was a big man.  White, but his back looked strong,
and his butt.  His balls hung down, swinging, then they switched back to
her, but I kept running it back.  To his back, his butt flexing, his balls
swinging so you couldn't see her.  Bent over, her little balls, and soft
little dick hanging.  His balls squishing against them, and making them
swing a little too.  You couldn't even tell it was a girl, for that part.
It's like 7 seconds, but I kept running it back, over and over so I could
watch it forever.  And I'magined I was her.

   "Hm?" I blinked, but he was still reading, under the lamp.  It was just
like a nitelite, or he was like the clown doll in that movie, watching over
us while we sleep.  So we sleep, insteada getting up, and playing back in
the bathroom.  Well, I'magine they're shower rooms, we had one in the kids
dorm, but I heard about what they did, in the boys dorm, after lights out.
The light over the teacher got dimmer, and dimmer, until there was just a
slit, fuzzy between my lashes.

   Delante started snoring.  A lot of boys where, but I could hear the boy
breathing.  "Huh," in the bed next to me.  Then it was dark, but I remember
the first night.  It's not a shower, there's 4 of them, with stalls, and a
curtain you can pull across the pipe like a closet.  But they took off
their clothes, got in and out, and I saw them, well most of them.

   The girls in the coed dorm didn't look right.  The boys looked like me,
but in the new room, there's lots of older boys, like my big brothers. 
Jerking off back behind the toilets, and urinals, no porn, just their. 
"Huh!" I saw two boys, kissing, but they stopped.  Holding hands they got
up, and walked to the shower in the corner.  The big boy pulled the
curtain, but I saw them.  On the towels all over the floor, they weren't
just jerkin off, they kissed, and felt all over eachother, then they got
up, and closed the curtain, but I could hear them moaning in there. 
They're real loud.

   "Sup," there's another one.  "Stevie, right?" I nodded, and looked up.
It smelt weird in there, not like in the morning, when we line up for
showers, and brush our teeth.  They smelled like, I don't know, we had
goats, well my daddy did, he said he wished for enough land for some
cattle, at least 20 head.

   Delante's the tallest boy here.  He could dunk a basketball, and the low
kiddie practice hoop.  There's one over by the playground on accounta those
boys don't dribble.  But I saw him, out on the court.  Through the window,
when he thought nobody was looking.  Then Kelly walked up, and he just let
it roll away.  He took her hand, and they walked around behind the
building. All the kids know they went up on the roof, it was like, their
treehouse or something.  Nobody else goes up their, but upstairs I hear
them walking, and running around, and playing.  Sometimes.

   But he smelled, so good.  "Hm!" I can smell him, hear him roll over,
snort, but he stopped snoring.  I guess I half wokeup, but was still half
remembering, and smiling.  "Delante," Hh!  We're all boys here, kids but. I
didn't want to wake up, get up, and walk back to the restroom.  I wanted to
keep dreaming, if I can't climb up the ladder on the end, and see him. 
Watch him jerking off, but "Snh!" I can smell him.

   Him.  He's black.  My brothers, hell my whole family, they don't like
blacks neither, and when they found out.  Right, I don't have a family no
more, they could've just kicked me out.  But "Nm!" I curled up, but it
didn't stop them kicking me, and hitting me.  He pushed the boys outta the
way, but he didn't stop them.  I screamed, but he had the tool handle.  I
think it was the rat-tail file.  "Fucking faggot." He spanked me, to but.
"AAAAAAAAH!" This hurts so much more.

   "Steve," he shook me, "Stevie!" I stopped screaming anyway.  "Damn man!
Liketa wake the whole damn buildin'!" As soon as I saw him, who it was.  He
wasn't hitting me, or hurting me, he was just holding me, my arms with his
big strong black hands.  I sniffed, and whiped my eyes, when I really
wanted to grab him, hug him so tight, and wrap myself up in him like a
blanket.

   But everyone was standing around, watching.  "All right," the teacher
clapped, "Boahs, everbody backta bed." He climbed back up, "Your own beds,"
one of the boys giggled, and hopped out to jump across to the empty one. 
But I don't remember his name.  Tried to think of the paper, on the cork
board with all the bunks, and names.  All I remember is:

   Delante' ______ Steven H.

   "Huh!" But I was sleepy, and the teacher looked up from his book.

   I got up, "I'm watching."

   "I wet the bed," so he tucked the bookmark in, got up, and helped me
change the bedding.  Plastic mattress, I just dried it with the scratchy
wool blanket, but we put a sheet under it, and folded it down.

   "Your all right?" I nodded, and he scrubbed my hair.

   "Yeah," I lied, "It's just a nitemare." Huh!  But it wasn't just a
nitemare, I remember.  They pissed on me, when I thought they loved me.  I
loved them, they're my brothers.  Well, they were my brothers, I don't have
a family, any more.  But in the bunk beds, I hear them breathing, it
doesn't smell like our old room, but the bed shakes, and I can hear the
springs squeeking.

   "Uh!" I just put my pillow over my head.  I had friends, before I found
out.  Even a best friend, he was my age, our birthdays was only about 3
weeks apart, but for a little while, he was 7, while I was still 6.  So, I
guess he was a little older, I like older boys.  "Hm myam, smalk!" Huh, my
mouth tastes nasty, but I don't want to get up, and drink more water, but
the beds still shaking.  Slower, so he always last longer, especially after
the first time, but.

   Then he turned 8, and then I did.  We run off to play together, in the
treehouse, or the other treehouse.  Everyone had one, or all there yards.
It took me forever, feels like, to tell myself how I felt about him, then
forever more, to tell him.  "No," I looked down, at my hands.  "I think I'm
falling in love with you." Khakhi shorts, like Webelos, but I handed them
down to my little brother, but it was summer, and those where the ones I
put on that day.  I didn't try to kiss him, I wanted him to, or I hoped
when I told him, he'd say he loved me too, and kiss me.  He didn't hurt me,
but he got mad and, he didn't want to play with me anymore.  That was for
sure.

   He told everybody, my brothers heard about it pretty quick, and they
told my dad.  "Nh!" It doesn't hurt, any more, but the bed's not shaking,
and he woke me up, rolling over again.  A boy coughed, so I did to.  The
teacher looked up, but just pushed his glasses up, and went back to
reading. I spit in my hand, but you have to cup it under the covers.  I
already had my shorts down, and I bent my leg, over the other one.

   "Hn!" Through my nose, I really like his butt.  It's not like a little
boy but, it looks hard, and it's flat on the sides.  When he stands up, but
I love watching it flex, back and forth when he walks.  His hips, turning
to pull back the shower curtain, the little curls in front of his lighter
brown thigh.  He tans, I didn't know black boys tan, but I didn't know any,
back in my home town.

   He wasn't hard, but it still looked so big, and long, and dark.  Like he
tanned it, there was skin on it, all the way to the end, but he just turned
around, and pulled the curtain shut.  "Nh!" I slipped my fingers out.  I
had to pee again, but it was too hard, and my fingers felt sticky.  I tried
not to shake the bed, hard enough for the springs to squeek, but I'magined
Delante.

   Climbing down, picking up the blanket behind me, and the bed squeeking
from his weight.  His hand rubbing my hip like this, and his big hard black
cock, spreading my ass, and "HMMMH!" I just stick my head in the pillow,
but I saw the teacher nodded off, and the springs squeeked so fast from me
shaking.  "Nuh!" I felt it, but it was dry, and getting soft, so I pulled
my shorts up.  "Nh!" I had to push, but "Hh!" once it gets going I can
relax.  It was wet, but still warm, and it always feels the best right
after I rub it off.  Stuck my arms under the pillow, and wondered what I
was dreaming.  I know who, I always dream about him, when it ain't a
nitemare.

   I think I can still smell him.  "Hn!"

   Delante {Bb NS Roma.}

   Damn he stare at me a lot.  Little Stevie, he go to my school, but just
look at me on the bus.  He little, still wettin the bed, and probly can't
even get it up, but.  {He has a crush on you.  Can't you tell?} Yeah, I
heard he in here for bein gay.  Well, ain't nothin wrong wit dat, faggot be
about as nasty a word as nigger, but he really in here to deal wit what he
famly did, when they heard he gay.  Rednecks, he still wet the bed, and had
nitemares.  Wake up cryin, or screaming, seem like ever night.

   "Hey," I jut my chin at him.  He look up at me, but he ain't cryin, just
lookin around, "What you cum to dis school for?" He ain't a fighta, probly
won't be spendin much time In School Detention, and this the school fo the
bad kids.  Didn't think he onea the bad boys, know what'm sayin'?

   "Uh?" Yeh.  Ait, I can tell.  He got a little gay crush on me, {And it's
kinda cute!} Yeh.  I ain't no, gay h8a.  {Homophobe, but yeah.} Yeh, I bin
with boys, I ain't gay neitha, but a lot of them is startin to get tight in
the pants, and I gotta do somethin.  Kelly can't sneak out no more, and I
ain't seen her much since she move in wit her boyfriend.  Since that night,
up on the roof, when She showed me everthing.  All the other girls is
little, and now they take turns watching the boys dorm, so we ain't fuckin
wit eachotha back in the shower room.  "Huh!  Well, I ain't seen no
behaviour problems, you eva skip?"

   "You mean," he nodded, but he eyes was locked on mine, like a owl. 
"Skip class?"

   "Just a period," I shrug, I'm caught up, the teachers just gimme my
homework tomorra, and count it late, I still makin straight As.  Can't
afford ta skip math, but that ain't till afta lunch, and they still servin
breakfust.  "Cummon." Yeh, he snuggle on my arm while we walk off, made it
around the corna afore the bell rung.  They all run in, laughing and playin
from the playground, and a ball bounces down to rest on the court.  "Um,"
he look away, "Your not, um.  Gay are you."

   "Nah," I patted his shoulder, "I got girlfriends too." Ra'Twan was in
ISD anyway.  An Kelly don't go to this school, she wit, what's his nuts
now, but she still play.

   "But," he looked like ta cry, "Uh!"

   "You heardabout me'n the otha boys, right?" Come by the showers, but
didn't do nothing.  He looked, but he jus stood there in he boxas, and
din't even pitch a tent.  Looked a little young, for playin after lights
out, I didn't know he gay, hadn't heard it yet.

   Now, he cryin, so I stop, bring him around front, and hold he arms. 
"Huh!" He looked up, and I kissed him.  Both eyes too.  {Awe,} Huh!  My
baggage.  {You're really My baggage, but whatever lets you sleep at night.}

   "Hn!"

   "Ait?  Done haveta be gay." I wiped anotha tear off his face, but he
smiled, and sniffed.  He nodded.  I took his hand, and started walking
again.  Licked my lips, "You smoke?" they salty.  Pulled outta square.  He
shook his head.  "You mind if I;" Kept shakin he head, but I already felt
the lighter flipping in my fingers, lighting it, and making it Vanish while
I took a drag, and palmed it.  "Hn." {Alive with Pleasure!} Yeh, all them
white folk, laughin and playin in the billboards.  There like 1 black guy,
that smoke Newports, in the ads anyway.

   "Delante?" He shy.  Almost like a little girl, he white hand so small,
and clammy.

   "Yeh."

   "Uh!" Take yo time, I take anotha drag.  "You like;" Wait, still
waiting. Sex, dick, puss, cum, boys, girls, and fantasy hermaphrodites with
green skin, and feather like leaves.

   "Yeh?"

   "You're like, the biggest boy.  At the home."

   "Yeh," started early, and took some Enhancement too.

   "What's it like," {Bein a badass?} "Growin up?"

   He a boy, still a boy, ain't even gettin hard yet.  "Hh!" Take another
drag, "Ait, {Everbody's diffrent, so we grow, diffrent.  Some boys start
wit their voice cracking, or sprout their first pube.} Why, you startin to
grow up?" He ain't infected, or if he id, he ain't far enough along to
smell it.  He smell like boy, a little white boy.

   "No," he look down, all red in the face.  "I just," half shrug, "Hn,
wonder what it feelike." Country accent, I mean rancher, {Not like the
Urban Rhinestone cowboys wit white shit kickers you can eat off of.} Low
tops, jeans, teeshirt.  Or like, ragler boy clothes.  Even some the black
kids wear jeans, they donated bythe case, the only blue we can wear, though
there already a "Levis" click{/que) tryna front like they Kripps.  Pull
they pocket out, "Huh!" Dey know de rules, but ain't no perfect rules, they
alway find some way, always.

   "I like you," {He don't talk to much,} "Steve." Muss up he whiteboy
hair. Brown, but you know, straight.  Well, he hair, aint got none on unda
he close.  "You like Stevie, or Steven?"

   "I like Steve," he sighed, "The way you sayed it."

   "Good," pat he shoulder agin.  He put he arm up, hugged my waist, but I
felt it on my but.  Just the top, kinda restin it there, an hangin on my
hip.  {You know, if we infect him, he'll start growing quicker.} Yeh, but
Idaknow about this, what they do, to boys.  {Makes them men,} but dese
boys, they cum in wit problems, you know dat.

   {AFAIKT the only Problem wit Steve is he's young, and introverted.} And
gay, {That ain't a problem, unless everbody else in Texas has a problem
with it, but he's getting his ass kicked.  You seen it?} Nah, so she showed
me.  {You weren't paying attention.} No fighting in school, unless you like
group therapy more than class.  Some boys do that, to talk about fightin
all day steada lissen to Algebra, or whatevea.

   {He wants it, and he needs it to survive.  You know these kids, they'll
eat him alive, and they haven't even heard about him being gay yet.  It
could save his life.} Yeh, but there still the small problem thet I ain't a
child molesta.  {HAHAHAHAHA!} The boy looking up, coughing when I pull out
he throat, and closing his eyes when slap his face withit.

   That's Jeremy, he likeat.  {Yeah, he's gay.  Probably a bottom too.}
Yeh, but I don't like buttfuckin.  Don't really like fuckin, honestly. 
Ra'Twoin like it, with me, but the rubba feel fucked up.  {Yeah?} Like
"Duh!" {I like blowjobs, and handjobs as much as the next guy, but he loves
you.} "Huh!" Roll my eyes.  He don't even know me.  {Yeah, but he's better
off with you than anyone else here.} Yeh?  Well maybe it ain't me I worried
about.

   Oh yeah, rapist and serial killer.  In my head, it "Complex" ain't got
time to explain it.  {I won't hurt him, I promise.} Yeh, great, we both
know what that worth.  {Huh!  Take it slow, but he needs you.  Not me, not
Genophages, you're what he needs to survive, and hopefully recover from all
his trauma.  Unless you think Dr.  Rennor.} She gave dat up.  {Yeah, she
told you that.  Sure, no more boys, just you.} She rolled my eyes.  {You
can believe that.}

   "Huh!" Sure she dead.  Sure she's iredeemable evil, a killer, and sexual
torturer.  I'm probably halucinatin all this, and turning DID like I was
always afeared of {When you thought it was Schizophrenia.} Hey, I was 10.
Don't stop the hollow bitch from being absolutely right.

   She giggled, {~D.  McCarthy.} Hm?  {Sin City, "The Big Fat Kill?"} I
watched it, or she showed it to me.  She seen it, so it likea bootleg.  Oh
yeah, that dirty cop, with the pez dispensor neck, and .45 slide stuck in
his forehead.  {Paraphrasing, of course.  We gotta go see "A Dame to Kill
For," that was The best story in there.} Take yo word for it.  {I'm in
there, or at least the graphic novel.} "Feel better?" He nodded up at me,
so I kissed him again.

   Just home-room, I patted his butt, and told him to, "Now run off to
class." I done my homework alreddy anyway.  {He is pretty cute.} "Yeh," I
have to admit, "He is." And he adores me.  Kinda nice, feelin.  Not as a
badass, or a big dick, but me, Delante.  I can hear it whenever he say my
name.  In he sleep.  "Huh!"

   {Yeah.} Your right.  Better take it slow.  I jerked off quick, but still
got to class late.

   Steve {b Fant Gay}

   "Hh!" I didn't want to go to class.  He kissed me, and "Hh," I just
wanted to be out there with him, kissing me forever.  I love his lips,
they're big, but warm, and soft, and he felt so hard against me.  Not his,
I didn't touch that, or feel it on my tummy, but his chest.  I love his
chest, he's got hairs, I saw them when he got out of the shower, and my arm
smelled smokey.  His smoke, his lips letting go, and a little white cloud
puffing out, and sucking back in.

   I could taste it on his mouth, I tasted his breath when it opened, and
it blew hot out the sides, but he just turned his head, his nose on the
other side, and his lips closed over mine again.  He could have stuck his
tongue in, I would have let him, and I'd love to know what it tastes like.
He didn't bite his lips, but he licked them, whiped them on his sleeve, and
took another drag.

   "Stevie" I sat up, uh?  "Steven H.  You can sleep in ISD if you'd
rather."

   "No sir." Forgot what I was dreaming, but it doesn't matter.  Only got
one thing to dream about, and I can still smell his smoke on my sleeve. 
God, more than an hour till lunch!  "Uh!" But it was sticking out, so I
looked around, and rubbed my eye.  No body was looking, so I could push it
down.  In my pantleg, I had to cross them, like a girl so nobody'd see it.
"Hh!" I wanna go to the bathroom, but I'd have to stand up, walk to the
door, and everyone watching.  Looking down, pointing and giggling, but now
it was going down.  And I really had to pee, so I raised my hand.  He
finished the problem, and looked back from the board.

   "Yes Stevie?" I put it down.

   "I need to go to the bathroom." Too bad I didn't get hard again, and
jerk off before I peed.  Even thinking about him, behind me in the urinal
stall, feeling around my hip, and the open flap of my jeans.  "Hh!" So, I
shook it out, and zipped it back up.

   Delante {Bb...}

   "Hey," he chucked his head, and I scooted over.  On the bus, I looked
all over for him on lunch, an then I cried until the bell rang.  I sat
down, and he patted my leg.  "Ait?" I started shivering, but I nodded.  He
was touching my leg!  Just through my jeans, he didn't move it, but I'm
ticklish there.  Very ticklish, that's the worst spot, but I didn't feel
like laughing.  "You cold?" I shook my head, blinked when he let go,
squeezed my knee a little.  "Heah," he pulled a jacket out of his bookbag.
"Sposta rain to day," he looked out the window, "But I ain't seein it."

   I wasn't cold, as a matter of fact, it started feeling hot under there,
but he felt my leg, and nobody could see it under the jacket.  It smelled
like him.  "You ait?" His eyes, his big dark eyes, he smiles, and I just
wanted to kiss him, right there in front of everybody.

   "Yeah," I tried to laugh it off, but his fingers felt so strong. 
Pulling at a button, pinching it, and tipping it through the hole in my
pants.  It kinda popped, and they felt loose.  "Hh!" I want to look at him,
I didn't feel sleepy, but I lay my head down, closed my eyes.  "Hn!"

   His fingers, they're long and thin like him, but he's strong, he's got
hairs on his chest, and his nipples are black.  Cumming out of the shower,
tying a towel on over his butt, and walking back to the dorm to get dressed
this morning.  I can smell him, and the other kids, laughing, and playing,
the noise of the engine, everything else went away.  There was just him,
and I think I really did fall asleep on the bus.

   KRK!  I almost fell out the seat!  He helped me up, "We heah," and
stuffed his jacket back in his bag.

   "Uh?" I had to button up my pants, but nobody saw.  ZZP!

   Delante {Bb...}

   "Huh!" I flicked the ash.  "Wanna try it?" He watched me smoke, and I
mean locked on, he eyes followed it when I took a drag.  He nodded, over by
the gate, we didn't climb up on the roof, but nobody come in the parking
lot this late, and he nodded.  Bit his lip.

   I uncupped it from my hand, and helt it up.  "Just hole it in yo mouf,"
I pult it out befo he took too much.  "Don't tryta inhale, the first few
times.  If you like the taste."

   He blew out, and {that's Contributing the the Delinquency of a Minor!}
Yeh yeah.  Who got me smokin?  {Kelly.} Yeh, right.  {Well, you did just
molest him on the bus.} He didn't even get it up.  {You remember being a
normal boy?} Yeh, a little.  {Well, he'll need something to keep it up, now
that you got over the whole, little boy thing.  Honestly I still don't get
it.} Yeh?  Well, he ain't like the other boys here, he ain't a bad boy, he
innocent.  {And he loves you.} Yeh, "Huh!" He hugged me, "Thanks." Didn't
even cough, so I palmed another drag.

   "Hn!"

   {You got so turned on, though.} din't get hard, neither.  {No, I
supressed it, anyone could have looked over the seat, seen it, and put 2
and 2 together.  You remember?} I could feel it, {The excitement?} Again.
Ait, yeh.  It was exciting, all them kids around us, and nobody suspectin.
{The dirty little thrill} and I felt like a child molester.  Not the first
time, I thought that's why I couldn't get it up, but.  "Huh!" Yeh, it was
exciting.

   "Hn!" He hugged me tighter, and I could feel his tummy.  Through my
shorts, and my pants, and my Jersey (Baylor colors are not Gang Colors.) my
hardon, my pulse in it, beating against his tummy.  I pushed him back,
poppin a tent too.

   "Betta borra my jacket," I pushed it up, so my waistband helt it, and
was about to get blueballs.  "I gotta go to the baphroom." He zipped up my
bag, and I reached down to whisper.  `the lavatory, at the back of the
hall.' The private one, student, faculty, unisex, the only one on that
hall. They like, just stuck them on the main building {Like wings.  That's
the classroom wing.} Yeh, "Huh!"

   He followed me, obviously, we gotta work on that, but classes out. 
Nobody really using that, "Wing." So, nobody sawed it, but they coulda.  An
I missed it, playin wit the boys, afta lights out, before we got bustet,
and they started watching us all night.  No camras, least.  Closed, and
locked it.  Damn, he look so excited, he bouncin!  Not like jumpin, but I
bet he heels come up.  "Kenisee it?"

   He seen it, but "Yeh." I really needed to do somethin.  {And he's so
cute!} Yeh, ait, he cute.

   "Oh!" Like a moan, but.  {Cock Worship.}

   "Hh." Yeh.

   He giggled with delight.  Just playin with it, but when I look down. 
Damn, he gay as fuck!  I brushed the hair off he forhead, an he look up, he
eyes is so big, and he grinnin.  "You like it?"

   "No," he laughed, and gave it a good pump, "I love it!"

   "Hh." Ait.  {See?} Yeh.

   Steve {Bb...}

   I remeber the first time I saw it.  Hard, I mean he was getting a
blowjob so I couldn't see all of it, but then Steven A.  and Jeremy got up,
and went in the shower.  So he looked up, and saw me for the first time.  I
covered the front of my shorts, in case it got hard, but I watched it swing
back, and forth.  Lower and lower, but by the time he walked over from the
corner, it just hanged there like a tail.

   Now I could feel it, and play with it, and it was bigger then I ever
imagined.  I giggled when the skin pulled back, and it was pink on the end.
Not black, or even brown, not even close to white, but so red, and "SNH!"
It smelled kind of nasty, but I loved it.  I remember, wanting to.  So bad,
just standing there shaking, frosen, I couldn't even open my mouth, much
less just reach out, and touch it.  My hands shook, just right beside my
shorts.

   "Hn!" It slipped in the skin, and made his balls bounce.

   "Yeh," his hand felt so heavy on my shoulder, and I tried to look up,
but his big hard dark nipple was right there, and he didn't bend down to
kiss me again.

   "mwk!"

   Yeh, he rubbed the back of my neck.  I hugged him, felt his big hardon
on my tummy, bumping my ribs.  "MLWRK!" I licked my lips, and kissed it
again.  "Aw shit.  Yeh!" He sounded breathless, but hugged me, and humped
my tummy so I could feel it slip in the skin, and bump my ribs.  My hands
shook, but he didn't stop me, push me back, call me "Faggot!" when I felt
his but.

   "Ah god!" His nipple wet my cheek.  "Uh!" They're so firm, and feel so
strong, I squeezed them, and he pushed harder, slipping up my chest between
my ribs.  And he smelled so good, I felt like fainting, but he rubbed up my
head, his hand squeezed it like a basketball, and it bumped under my chin.
His knuckles rubbed up my tummy, gripping it, and it slipped around my
chin. Right over my mouth, it stank, so I let go his butt, and backed up.

   "Whut?" He pumped down so the head slipped out, and it looked like it
was dripping.

   "Huh!" I looked down, undid the drawstring on my shorts, but it was
already going down.  "Heah," it swung, and a drop ran down from the wet
looking end.  He helped me pull my shirt off.  I put it on my shorts, like
sweat pants cut off to shorts, and got down on my knees.  "Yeh," he
grinned, and put his thumb behind it.  Pushed it down, it didn't even swing
when he took a step, just pointed right in my face.

   But I bent over, crawled around on my knees, careful to stay off the
cold tile.  "Your a bottom?"

   I stood back up.  "Hh, I never.  I don't know, butt." I giggled, and my
face heated up again.  I don't know about, sucking on it, or.  I don't
think, it would taste, all that.  Well, it smells grody.  Not like his
hair, I just want to shave him, and eat a bowl of it like cerial, but.

   "Hh." But he was soft.  "You know id aint neva gonna fit, right?"

   "I don't care!" I got up, "Is it gonna hurt?  Yeah, I had worse," but
then I just sat down, crying.  "Nh!"

   "Aw dammit!" I triggered myself?  He picked me up, sat on the toilet.

   "Nhnhn!" It hurt, but my daddy hated me, after he found out.  And all my
brothers, pointing and laughing.  "WHAhuhuhuhuh!" Sobbing so hard, he had
to hold me tight so I didn't fall off.

   "Maybe we still goin to fast."

   "No!" I pushed back, "Don't.  Nh?  Please, don't leave me alone!  I love
you, uh huhuh?" I can't live without him, I would die if he broke my heart,
but at least I stopped flashing back.  To, well never mind what I would
have flashed back to.  He's here, holding me now, and why did I ever even
hesitate?  Okay fine, I'd love to suck yo dick, Delante.  Okay?  Anything,
I'll do anything, "Just don't leave me."

   "All right." He kissed my hair, "I'm sorry," petted my shoulder, and
back, "I hurt yo feelin.  I didn't mean ta, i's just, hn.  Well, I'magine
you still got some trauma shita deal wit.  An it look like we gotta deal
wif dat furst, so." He picked me up, put me on the floor.  "Kummon," he
pulled on his pants, "Get dressed, an les go talk about it."

   Delante {MmBb NS Rape.}

   "Ait," so that what happen.  {You're not a sociopath.} What?

   "Snh?" He nodded.

   {He was raped, by his father, dryfucked with a tool handle.  You have
any idea what that's like?} Yeh, I member Kelly.  But it was just that one
time.  He healed.  {Again, it's not what's been done to him, but Who did it
to him!  That was his father, and his brothers, and they loved him until
they found out he was gay.  Beat the shit outta him, pissed all over him,
and raped him.} The otha boys didn't.  He brotha.  {No, but it was a Gang.
Rape, they don't have to take their turns when it's your family, and
they're sending him off.  You heard him, the shame in his voice when he
said "I ain't got a family any more." Big family, out in the farm,
practically all he knowed, his whole life ruined because of that, and oh
yeah, lets gangrape him before he leaves.}

   Yeh?  Well he privileged.

   {He was.  Then he was knocked down to the ghetto.  You get it now?  You
said it yourself, he don't belong here, this fo bad kids, right?  He's a
good kid, you called him "Innocent," sentanced to life inprisonment, for
being gay.} Heel get out.  {You think?  You still think there's an "out,"
this ever goes away?  Yeah, you'll walk right out, White as Wayne when you
get outta here, eh?  You ever been on a farm?} She looks around.  At the
chain-link.  {He's not from the projects, no watchtowers (~I.  T.) but this
is his life now.  No, it's not about the rape.  It's about being a nigger.}

   Ait, now.  {You said it yoself, "Jus as nasty as faggot." Now yo know,
what it's like, to be called Faggot.} I know what it like.  {You heard it,
now you know how that feels.}

   He sniffed, "{So}" I leaned over, "{You seem to have an aversion to
philatio?}"

   "Huh?" She did he sign, {Tongue in cheek,} and he looked down.

   "Wanna talk about it?"

   "Well," he looked up {To remember} "My daddy always called `em
"Cocksuckers." Well, everbody, "Cumere, you cocksucker!" I guess it's like,
his favorite?"

   "Yeah, well your dad was a bigot.  You got that, right?" He nodded.

   "Yeah, but." He sighed, "I don't know, when you."

   "I didn't want to force you." {But you started to.} "Huh!" {Let him
talk, it ain't about you, and he's got enough trouble talking anyway. 
About breakfast, much less the triggers that interfere with his sexuality.
You want me to Mute you?  Yo know I can.} Ait, damn!

   "{All right,}" she reached out.  Pushed up his bangs, and kissed his
forehead.  "{Close your eyes, relax.}" He nodded, "{How did you feel, when
h'.  I tried to make yo suck it?}"

   "Uh," his eyes rolled under his lids, he sniffed.  "Scared?"

   "Okay, scared of what?"

   He thought, "Uh," his nose wrinkled.  "It smells gross." {See?  I told
you you have to wash it better.  Especially since you're dripping half the
time.} "Nh?" His eyes winced, and he turned away, in disgust.

   "{Remeber something?}" He nodded slowly, still flashing back.  "{Can you
talk about it?}"

   He looked up, "I think so," he took a deep breath, "huh!  I forgot, I
fell asleep, and.  My brothers, they can be pretty mean sometimes, but I
used to sleep like this." He tilted his head back, and made a snoring
noise. "Hhhhch!" Nodded back down.  "Then, the boys started, uh!" I waited
for him to start crying, but he just opened his eyes again.  "I had to
stop, because they, peed in my mouth, and made fun of me.  Like, "Haha! 
Cocksucker!" And wetting the bed, but.  Huh!  I guess I was, I didn't
remember, but now, it kind of reminded me of that.  Only you're not
circumcised, and a lot bigger, of course."

   "{I'sall right,}" She hugged his head, "{We won't make you do anything."
Got that?  "You don't want.  I'm here for you, noone else.  Your family
isn't here, and nobody's going to hurt you likeat.  Not here, not as long's
I`m around.}" Kissed his cute little cowlick.  "{Now,}" Shifting my lap
under his butt, "{I'm gettin tha blueballs, so I better go jerk off fo it
`splodes.}"

   He followed me, of course.  Didn't ask "Can I watch?" {He can't.} Why
not?  {He's so sexually repressed he probably can't even think the word
Dick.  Why he always giggles, it's embarassing.  He's gonna have to work
past that too, so for the time being ask, don't assume.  He won't be able
to ask you to, and he might not even be capable of saying no.}

   You mean, {Yeah, you could rape him, and not even know it.  You almost
did.}

   "Uh!" He dropped his draws, but it just dangled.  The skin even wrincled
around the top of his little acorn a little.

   "{Well!}" she grinned.  "{I don't got no problem wit suckin dick,}" got
down, "{If you don't mind.}" He shook his head so hard, it wagged like a
tail.  {You wanna sit this one out?} Nah, I'm good.  You weren't lyin!

   "Nh!" Little white hands in my hair.

   "SLP!" He giggled.  My mouth was already swelling, and heating up. 
{Pro-Tip:} He started swelling on my tongue too, {This gets anyone hard, if
they've got a pulse, and erectile tissue.}

   "Nh!" Yeh.

   {Comes with the package.} He tried to hump my face, but kept slipping
out, so I had to hold he legs.  {He's a bottom.} Yeh, I know.  My hands
went numb, {Huh!  I'm not going to tell you this again.  This is for him.}

   "Oh!" He rubbed his butt back into my hands.

   {He needs this, now I've been trying real hard not to make your life a
living hell, but so help me.} Like you can make it any worse.  {Fine.  You
dared me?  It's too fucking late to take it back now.} Wait!  {No, you done
did stepped in it, brotha.  You ain't stupid, but you're getting selfish,
and arrogant.  you don't dare Me.}

   "Nh!" He's close, {Yeah, I'll deal with you later.}

   Fuck.

   "HhHhHn..." He shuddered, and twitched.  Dry, {But not for too much
longer.}

   Stevie {Bb...}

   It wasn't to bad.  The smell, I guess I got a little scared at first,
but now.  I think I kind of like it, it was just weird at first.  And his
hand moved so fast the skin didn't even snap all the way over it before he
pumped his fist down again, and I could watch his balls swing for hours.

   Balls, "Hh!" Mm, even the loose black skin, and the hair.

   "Ah, cummon!" He pumped it hard, and harder.  It looked like, he was
scared?  He had his eyes closed, "Nh!  Nhm?  Nh?" Like sad even, did it
hurt?  He said blueballs, and I taken my share of hits to them.  I'm a boy,
grew up with balls, you try to walk on the stick, over the creek, but
sometimes your feet slip.  "Nhnhnhnhn!" It never took him this long before.

   I had to, my hands just grabbed his fist, I couldn't stop them.  I mean
I wanted to, touch him, feel it again, but I just pushed it back, so the
skin stretched tight, and kissed the end.  Yeah, this ain't so bad.  "Hn."
My heart stopped thudding so hard.  "Ah," he basketballed my head again,
"Yeh," But he didn't push it down again, he just held it while I sucked him
hard as I could.

   And felt his balls, "Mhm!" Balls.  Nodded, rolled them around there, and
played with the little hairs, one curled around my pinky, but I was also a
little sad.  I wanted to touch his butt, but he didn't like that.  I know
it must be tight, the way he's, pushing it out, so I can hold it in my
mouth, but it's so big.  I'm drooling, and I tried to stop my hands, but
oohohoho!  I shivered.  Yeah, they wer so so hard.  "Mm, mh!" I looked up,
but his eyes were rolling around like he was dreaming, and I had to look
away.  He looked like he wanted to cry, but I bet, if I can get him off.

   But.

   What if it's me?  I mean, he never has this much trouble, and he's still
hard, but he won't even look at me.  Is he imagining, some girl, maybe I
just suck at this.  "Mhmhm!" So, I'll try harder, I seen it done before,
it's just my first time, and maybe, I don't know, I really want to get him
off.  It's leaking, but it's not like the big white spurts you see in the
movies, it kinda doesn't taste like anything, but what if it's gross?  I
mean he smokes, and I read somewhere that's like the opposite of
pineapples, and it looks so slimy like boogers, but I really want to get
him off.  Make him feel good, I know the first time I thought my heart
would beat out my chest, and my head implode.

   But why isn't he cumming?  My neck hurts now, and my jaw aches from
holding it open so wide, and I'm trying not to bite him cause I'magine that
hurts, but it never takes anybody this long, does it?  And how much of
this, clear jelly can he leak out, anyway?  I have to swallow it, even
though he said you gotta holdit, unda yo tongue a minit.  Maybe it just
feels like forever, I can't keep track of time when it's like this, the
whole world goes away, and I can't even remember if we're at home, or the
school.  I hear children playing, but they sound so far away.

   Could he be holding back?  Why would he, when he just said he was
getting blueballs "Like ta splode" and I swear it looks like it hurts so
why?  Can you even hold back, cumming likeat?  I even tried sucking all of
it, letting him stick it down my throat until I start gagging and I can't
breathe, so I turn away, and cough.  "KHAhk!" Spat, and coughed a couple
more times, but now I had to catch my breath, and

   "Gadamnit!" No, he ain't holding back, now he lookin down, like he's
mad, and beating it.  Slaps it so hard it hit his leg, but it didn't even
go soft.  Just reared up to slap his belly.  "Ah," he shook his head, "You
bitch!" It twitched with his pulse, but just dipped lower, and lower.  A
little dribbled out, but I caught it, and tried to rub it hard with my wet
fingers.  "Ah," he bent over, "Shit!" Pushed my hands up, and doubled over.
Fell on his knees, and hunched up, curled up like a baby.  Moaning.  "Ait,
all right!  Uh!" He threw up.  "Hurghlk!  Uh!" He was crying "Hurlgk!"

   I got so scared, I ran to get the teacher.  Any teacher, the first one I
see.

   Delante {DB Tort}

   {Don't.}

   Ait,

   {Dare ME.}

   I got it!

   {You know I can cum at will.  Now, you know I can make it so you never
cum again.  I can, and Will take everything I've given away, you know how
much pressure it takes to burst?  Me neither, you wanna find out?}

   No, please, I'll do anything.

   {I know you will, because I don't need you, and if it weren't for me
you'd still be a scared little boy who can't even fight back.  Remember? 
Yeah?  I don't expect gratitude, but I demand OBEDIENCE!  I tried, being
easy on you out of pity.  I see that was a mistake, probably made out of
weakness,

   It

   Won't

   Happen

   Again.}

   "Huh huh huh huh!" At least I can breathe now, pull up my pants, before
the teachers come.  "Uh!"

   "I think he's sick, or something!"

   Thanks, Stevie.  You didn't know, but I still can't talk about it.  Tell
anyone about it, even Kelly, and she would know.  She avoids the
conversation, looks away, even get mad when I try to push her.  As if it
never happened.

   {Hehehuhuhaha!}

   Heartless bitch.

   {Yeah, duh.  I been holding back, you wouldn't beliebe how much i hat ta
holt back.  Honeymoon's over, sweet cheeks.} She slapped my ass with my own
hand.  Right in the hall, in front of everyone?  {Time to go to work.}

   Alison {FB Bottom/Top MC Mutually Abusive.  Sorry, at some point, the
tetraglyphic story codes just break down.  That's what this one is all
about.}

   "Huh!" he played it.  Always hated it, Hate Elvis Costello because of
it, and the only one who knows that ain't here.  So, I took a leave of
absence.

   "Could've been worse," leaned up against the door frame.  "Like
Veronica."

   In my defense, he came on to me, and he looks nothing like a 10yo boy.
Still waiting on the lab results, but you can't tell, unless he's naked. 
Well, "Nice panties, you didn't steal another car?" Lacy, look rough.

   "Took a bus," Straight up, I never knew even a man that could do that,
but I'm probably not the best person to testify to it.  I'm still coming to
terms with being a pedophile.  "And a bike." Shrugged one shoulder, leaned
up in the doorway.

   "Can't believe your pretty fingers lying in the wedding cake." I close
my eyes.

   "You used to hold him right in your hand," Nice, even tenor.  "I bet he
took all he could take." I Harmony.

   The song switched, but he had his hands on me.  I don't know this one,
but My Thighs!  "Huh!"

   {Elvis Costello - "After the Fall," (Mighty like a Rose).}

   "Just had the wrong album," Nice guitar, he sets down his phone. 
Bluetoothed to the surround sound.

   "In an anonymous rendezvous," I shivered, "The forbidden lovers repare.
They're burnin' down another damned candle."

   "Huh!" I look around, no candles?  No?  Good.  "Whew." I'm not aware of
the rest of the song.  Yes, I heard it, played it back so many, many times,
I must admit I didn't give him enough of a chance.  "Liggett?"

   He shook his head, looked down, "Molly."

   "HUH!" His face in my chest, and yes, I suppose his hands.

   4'9", 87lbs, as of his last physical.  Well, official physical, he might
not be everyone's fantasy man, but I can't believe he's real.  That, well I
suppose it's about the size of an adult's.  Male, obviously, phallus, but
it feels like miles of it dragging down my pubis, and kissing the bottom of
my sternum.  "Hhhhhhhwwwwwh!" I shivered, and he kissed my navel.  Deeply,
wetting, and softening it before sucking it out, batting his tongue, and
breaking the seal with a "PB!"

   "Huh!" Hasn't even touched my nipples.

   I know, but he's taught me things about child psychology.  I don't know,
I guess I lost touch with that inner youth, innocent happiness trying to
help those I thought had lost it.  Or had it taken from them, and then I
molested a child.

   He was helpless.  A sheep among wolves, I believe would be the
appropriate proverb.  And then I raped him.  Gently, clinically, I told
myself that's what I wasn't doing, until I realized what I was doing, and.

   "Hnh!" Great day in the mornin, he can eat a got damned pusseh!  "Huh!"
It broke over my face like a warm wet washcloth, or a fever.  Breaking,
"HhHhHhHhH!"

   I raped him.  He told me how the man hurt him, and I told him that it
doesn't have to be that way, but then his mouth frose, went wide under my
crotch.  His teeth scraped me, and he clenched around my thumb.  He
screamed, then cried while I held him.  Nobody who heard him came to see
what was wrong.  In my office, I raped him right there on my office floor,
and even masturbated later, in the shower, remembering his scream.

   "HhHhH!" I have been a bit overworked lately.

   Not Delante, I barely molested him, but after what his mother had done.
I didn't just molest and rape A boy.  I'm not entirely sure how many
victims I have.  I can't remember, didn't think of them as victims for
years.  But now,

   I sat up, "My turn."

   Liggett {FB Rape Cons}

   He's strong, but he's light.  And my thighs are thicker than his arms.
"MH!" Which are pinned, at the shoulders to the mattress, while mine sank
back into the pillows.

   "EAT IT!  If I feel teeth, yo mama would gasp in fright to hear of what
I'll do to you." Drooled a little, it sprayed from my lips and teeth, but I
had them nearly locked, and the time.  It's only been a fewteen seconds,
but I let him breathe, clamp his face in my thighs, and force him over. 
His shoulder, my calf, get my elbows down to rock back, and drop my hips on
his chest.

   He's still gasping, but has to put those magnificent abdomen to work
with his ribs compressed, so I can sort out his arms with mine, and my
legs. "Pussy!" right across the cheek.  "Faggot!" throw my tits the other
way.

   "Huh huh huh," he grins.  "Balance!" ;)

   "Fuck!" He's got my legs up, over me, and his arms around my hips, and
thighs.  His fingers gripping behind my knees.

   "SMQ!" Just a little peck, right on the dirty spot, and he let me go. 
"You said `fuck'."

   I'm not going to offend him.  "Yes?" I sat up, on the floor.

   "Well, you yelled it, in surprise, so you probably didn't think about
it."

   "Good line about the teeth." he giggled, "Lovecrafty!"

   I stopped feeling my hair.  I didn't hit my head.  I went over backwards
from the bed, he came with me, how didn't I hit my head?  Upside down, on
my shoulders.  I giggled, "You kissed my butt!?" Hit his arm.

   Delante {Liggett}

   "Nhihihim!" she tries to do Me!  This is how some Dommes learn, she
ain't gotta submissive bone in her whole damn body.  Narcissist,
Intellectual.  I checked her glasses, she barely needs them to read.  And,
I'm kind of scared to take her on in her own mind.  Yeah, she's smart, but
she lies to herself.  Not saying that goes for all Dommes, but she can be
convinced by a good enough story.

   Nice place to visit, wouldn't wanna live there.  Her bedroom, can't find
placement from the home, so I'm semi-adopted.  I can spend the night here,
marriage aint happening, and I have to laugh a little knowing she's going
to have a son.  Sons, I haven't told her yet, and she's the kind of girl
that won't notice for months.

   Denial, so bad she don't know her way around in there.  Just doesn't
recall, busies herself with distractions, so a bit of a workaholic. 
Downtime, "Depression is a symptom." My hands slipped a cigarette out of
the pack as it dropped into the pocket of the robe.  Her robe, silk satin,
I swear.  Turned, feeling down the side to my leg.  "Hn." Not supposed to
smoke in here.

   "Can I have a drag?"

   "Sure," Handed it to her.  Hasn't even thought to ask, how I got another
patient's personality, accent, facial expressions, stance, and mannerisms.
I picked up her panties, by accident, or a pair of them on the bed. 
"Thanks," Inhaled, "Hn." She can't smell it, lives with it, and is a bit of
a slob.  Where you can't see it, bangin' body by the way, and she's been
working out.  Lately, probably today.  Busy work, jogging, crunches, Yoga
or Pilates?  Strikes me as a Pilates kinda girl.

   "Downtime, you've been overclockin' for, how many years?" Can't just
look it up.  Doesn't think to change the sheets.  Why I smoke, genopath
nose.  "Hn," wait...

   "Since college." So, all her life, just an over-achiever before that. 
Valedictorian, framed, in the hall.  A lot geekier back then, looked
gangly, and clumbsy in the pictures.  Just 2 victims, so far.  She's aware
of.  "Huh!" Here we go, nope, she took the cigarette back.  Why I smoke in
here, hand her the coffee cup.

   She's a Domme, so she doesn't submit.  I had to use confusion tactics a
while for her to open up enough to read her, and are female pedorasts
invisible, or just like the ones I can't spot a mile away?  I'm not a
pedophile, yeah, I sexualize children, and I'm like a few orders of
magnitude older, but I'm an Opportunist.  And when I'm in a child, that
limits most of my opportunities to children, and pedophiles.

   "You weren't molested?" That she remembers.  Selective memory, and
attention, so if it's as a child, it "never happened."

   "Huh!" dropped the butt in the coffee cup, and gave her another drag. 
Noticing stuff was part of her first career, but she's got tunnel vision,
selective attention, if it makes her uncomfortable, she ignores it until it
"Goes away."

   A leave of absence, followed by maternity leave to find another job,
can't work around kids, and finally aware of it.  INS, maybe pushing 30,
which means early thirties, and `'Pushing 30.''

   "I've actually been thinking about it, my sexual history." Finally, "No,
I wouldn't say I was molested."

   "Coarse snot." Huh!

   "We fooled around, as kids.  No thanks." I put it out.

   "Only child?"

   "Uh no," Siblings!  "I have a twin."

   "Brother." Ooh!

   "Yes," saw the photos, thought he was a trophy ex.  "How'd you know?"

   "Family resemblance." Oh, I have seen this one.  "So, it's like playing
with yourself, with 2 bodies." Different ones this time.

   She thought.  Her eyes actually REMmed a moment.  "Yes," Wide open, but
unfocussed, "Exactly like that." Pupils dilated in the near-dark.

   "Huh!" I got up, "I'm gonna make coffee." Okay, I don't literally sleep
with her.  She's turning into a bit of a nightowl, and I'm a Genopath.  I
don't have to sleep, it's complicated, Delante wakes up in the morning with
new memories, like e-mail, I'magine.  "When'd you guys start?" She followed
me down, felt up my ass through her robe, and my panties.  Hers don't fit.

   "Always." Pressing it against the countertop, in front of the sink,
hard. I mean with great force, and rearing it's pretty little head right
into the barely polished marble underside, Her nails pressing against the
stainless steel bowls, for grip.  Great hips, are these countertops low? 
She's petite, out of her heels, but better at this when she's not trying so
hard.  Took me a while to learn, too.

   Set down the full electric kettle, on it's base.  Breville bauhaus
designer electric kettle.  She doesn't have to work, she could Craigslist
for a few months, and live just as well, that's her Mercedes in the garage.
Excess, took on the glass ceiling with a ball-peen and a pogo-stick.  Have
to dress the part.  No, I'm not a man, I'm BETTER!

   }Sound familiar?{ Well, semiconscious.  I lucid dream, he's learning,
but his mind has to process too.  Downtime, doesn't mean it can't be fun.

   She stopped the grinder.  "The makers of Zoloft," what she takes,
"Basically want the DSM-V to class it as a Disease.  `Here's the cure'."

   "I understand how the pharmaceutical industry works."

   "But it's really a nonspecific symptom.  Like a headache, could be a
migrane, a tumor, or just a headache."

   "Whhhhh," sip, "Mhm?" So cute, and taller than me.  What I get out of
this relationship is the weird age/gender/size/development Mentor/Nemesis
disparity between us.  Normal relationships bore me, this is just plain
weird, I personally find it very romantic.  Not something I can do with
just anyone, or every other lifetime.

   "Mh!" French roast!  Right, French Press!  Alison's a Francophile!  "Hm!
Likewise, you could be bipolar, clinically depressed, or unemployed after
getting some bad news."

   "Hm?" She blinked, "I'm sorry, I didn't get that." Seated, so while I'm
pacing she's below Me, but she doesn't think about it.

   "The good news is, you don't have to go to work, the bad news is because
you're a Pedophile!"

   "Mhm?" She swallows.  Got that, moving on... Acceptance.

   "Well," she can still surprise me, though.  "Huh!  Have you been
thinking about what you want to do with your life now?"

   "This," she shook her head, "I know it's not realistic, but.  Huh!  I
need to get my head together to;"

   I kissed her head.  No bangs, she'd look better in bangs, likes to show
off her big forehead, with her hair all done up.  I sat in her lap, she
felt mine.  "You're not ready, got that.  But now might be a good time to
think about it."

   "You're not a transvestite," she rubbed my thighs, through the robe.

   "Hm?" I blinked.  "Hh!  It's not, that simple." One-track mind.

   "You feel like a girl?"

   "Well, I feel like a Man." she should know, let the blood pulse in, but
slowly.  {Pump it up!} when you don't really need it.  Sex, this mindfuck
is so much better than any meat-piston action, but she can't talk, and
fuck. So, we'll have to take another break.  "Inside, huh!" Hard for me to
talk about, "I'm not a girl, not Human.  I never felt like a girl." Was a
compulsive liar, then I learned to control it, and now something compels me
to not tell certain truths.  "Huh!" slid off to the floor, "Nice nite." To
a regionally respected child psychiatrist, the only thing that keeps me
from lecturing on and on about how the brain works is she can't know too
much, so the Neuronano forces me to STFU.

   "Hm?" she looks up.  Licked her lip.

   "A little chilly," she followed it back.  Now, I'm not a size queen,
never was, and neither should she be.  She's a pedorast, but that's not
necessarily exclusive.  Especially the denial ones, they can marry, even
have kids, Not Touch Them, and still start giving into their impulses at
middle age.  Because that's what it's about, she's a midlife-crisis pedo!
Right!  Remembers her childhood, grew up with a brother/best
friend/masturbatory partner, then became a workaholic in college.

   "Cold?" I rubbed her arms.  Different robe, not sure which is nicer. 
This one was lighter, easier to pick out in the dark, but she's not very
visual.  Rigidly vocal, but tactile.

   "Huh!" Bent her over the bird feeder.  "Huuh!" Held her breasts off the
rough cement lip, and rested my knuckles, but she had her fingertips in my
panties.  Nice nails, long but polished smoothe, she can fuck with them,
but they don't scratch you up inside.  Down between her legs, "Uhhh!" It
seems so far away, like disassociation, but crawling back, so I can only
feel it through the brain-stem.  Genophagic, I'm not wearing a rubber, but
it feels more natural, and D can do this in his sleep.

   }Yeh!{

   "Uhn!" Moaner, well more of a breather, but she can let it out.

   "ROUGH!" Warmer night, "ROUGH ROUGHROUGH ROUGH ROUGH ROUGH!" Dog out
next door, and that wakes the whole neighborhood, but he doesn't hold back.

   "AUH!"

   "Hn, YEH!" Pressin the tight rough lacy fabric between her taint, an my
twitchin balls.  Feel back her sides, up on her ribs, aint ticklin'. 
"HhHhHhH!" She still shivers, slipping softly out of her, she tenses, and
squeezes the last out to hang dripping behind her, feeling, and milking it
on her thumb.  Smoothe the bottom of her robe over her buttocks.  She
doesn't really like underpants, or wear them under pants.  Mostly for
modesty and a little prettybling in a dress or a skirt, I'magine.  Flashing
boys in their folding chair, so they look up, and blush when they see them.
More of a bra-girl, really.

   "Hooh!" Pull out my pack, and pull the corners to overlap again, tighten
the belt, crawling back into the panties like an earthworm, and she stops
licking her fingers.  Hold it for her, so the filter doesn't get wet.  It's
dark, we're under a tree.  But it's a nice night, the moon is out, so I
follow her to the back fence.  Just trails, the fountain's turned off. 
Well, "Trails," you can ride your bike, with training wheels down it.

   No, I don't want to live in there, for months, but got damn I'm tempted.

   "Hm?" Where were we?  She all wet down the front.  {Mornin, sunshine.}
Best parta wakin' up.  ;) Warmed up, though.  "So,{twincest}?  Whatsat
like?"

   Allie {g-f/b-m Twin Ince}

   "HhH!" I got cold, so we went back inside.  He drew me a bath, I brushed
my hair.  Sat on the toilet, while I explained, for the first time.  "I
haven't even thought about it in years." To anyone else, not like I haven't
thought about it, at all, for decades.

   "You don't."

   "I know," Patted to flush it out with my fingers.  "Huh!" sat back.  He
won't let it go, knows he struck a nerve.  "Well, we grew up together.  Had
our own room, the girls, I have sisters too."

   "Had,"

   "Oh, that reminds me." I sat up.  "I heard you been fuckin wit that boy
Steven."

   "Hollenbeck?" Nodded.

   "Just be careful with him."

   "I know," he shrugged, "He fragile."

   "No," this is confidential, "He's a mass murderer." Surprise.  "14
people."

   He looks up, "He famly?  He whole famly?" Blinked, shook his head, then
looked very serious.  "He told me about it." ;) Poisoned dinner, shot them,
reloaded twice, then burned the whole farm down.  Surrendered to the Fire
Department.  They had to pump his stomach too, didn't eat enough at dinner.


   I shook my head, "He doesn't remember it." Consciously.

   "I mean the rape.  So, about your brother."

   "Huh!" You're right, "Well, we played together, I guess like normal
children, except we had the same birthday.  Changed together, potty trained
too." I'magine.  You can get the girl out of Lubbock, but I've come to
terms with being Texan.  "I knew he was a boy, and what that ment.  Like I
said, always, I knew how they pee standing up."

   "When did it become sexual?" His elbows on his knees, he just set his
chin back down on his interlaced fists.  Giant hands, and feet.  He's
almost tall, and short, at the same time.

   "Well, I started growing up first, and," My face warmed up, "He noticed.
Idunno, huh!  I liked, the fact that he could see me, as other people did,
and tell me about it?"

   "Narcissism is like a mirror, nM!  only we look for our reflection in
others."

   "I'm," so a Narcissist.  "Huh!  You wanna light a candle?" He grunted.

   "Yeh," he grabbed one, "Sorry." His lighter from my robe.  He sniffed
it, read the label.  "Lavender and Lemon?" I nodded, I know, I can see the
2 spiraling colors of wax through the side of the jar.  He set it in the
corner of the tub.

   "Then," I sat back, "We started masturbating.  I heard him, in his bed,
but I was already doing it.  Not that night, but before I heard him, and
realized what he's doing."

   "How old?"

   "Oh, about ten, within the year either way.  So then, we got curious,
and started playing together."

   "Did you have names for the games?"

   "Well, I thought naked games, or playing naked.  I never said it, that I
remember, but we just looked at eachother, and giggled."

   "Twins." Yeah, "It's not psychic, it's empathic.  Humans have this
emotive language, like dogs, and most higher animals.  Look at me, now let
me express how I'm feelin." You see why I don't see him as a 10yo boy?  I
wonder why a man would pose as a boy, but he won't talk about it, and
sometimes I don't think he can, but that's the working theory at the
moment. Some sort of peter-pan complex, or just an opportunity to molest
children.  I can't really judge him for that.

   "Yes.  It was like you said, we learned to play with ourselves,
together. He asked me how I do it, so I showed him, and saw how he did it."
Well, I knew.

   "It's not rocket-surgery."

   "Yeh," ;) I can mimic too, he must have worked on Kelly for years to
teach her how to affect Liggett, but that's his fantasy.  He likes her, not
sure if love is the right word, but she's kinky.  "Got that."

   "That it?"

   "Oh no, we tried everything together.  Not, coitus until he started
wearing condoms, but I thought about it enough to realize the problem with
incest."

   "Inbreeding."

   "Well, I had an idea, so yeah when I got into college, I decided to work
with children."

   "Worked your way up fast." ?  "In the industry."

   "Well, I was driven, motivated,"

   "Got some self-help tapes, and repressed your impulsive feelings with
work."

   "Uh!?" I wanted to hit him, but I'd probably splash water all over
getting up, so I started laughing.  A little hysterically, I admit, but I
didn't break down crying.  "Huh!" Caught my breath.  That would make him my
generation, at least.  "No!" I got up, "They're self-help CDs?" pulled off
the towel.

   "HAHA!  I'ma grab yo bathwata." He flushed, but he had just.  Defecated.
"Hah!" Lit a newport, off the candle.

   "If you need a book," I should have washed my hair, "It's not self
help." Brush it out again, "That's Help!"

   "~Carlin!" he called from the master bath.

   "Huh!" Well, he's not using the shower, but that's like, 80s, right? 
So, how does a man pass as an 8 year old boy, other than being short, and
incredibly clever?  Knows his Psyche', but a lot of his words are
out-dated. Nobody's called it Manic-Depressive in decades, but he treats me
like a child.  Ego-manipulates me with my Intelligence, but he
underestimates me.

   Must be some steroids, or other hormones in there.  That's an adult, set
of privates.  How did it grow so much in 2 years?  Not without steroids,
but it's almost as if he's got conscious control over it.  I imagine him
feeling around with it like a tail instead of just my fingers.  "HhuhHhuh!"
Not that much control, but it's almost alien, like that horrible tentacle
rape comic I confiscated.  Well, the teachers confiscate a lot of
contraband, but we don't save it for years.

   "Lovecrafty!" He said.  "UhuhhHhH!" I can't even feel, exactly what he
does with his mouth, but, just don't pay attention to my fingers, as they
"Do the walking."

   "Nuh!" Caught a nail there.

   "Heh," standing in the door, slipping up a pair of panties.  "You wanna
hand wit dat?" He chucks his head.  I wonder what his real name is, Delante
has to be an alias.

   But His hands are on me, in me again, and I can't think any more. 
"Hnh!" He slipped out, but felt wetly with his other fingertips.  Between
my little man in a boat, and the opening, he dipped them out, held them up
to my nose, wiggled them around in my nostrils, and I had the presence of
mind to lap at them as they brushed over my mouth.  "Huh!"

   "Graffenberg." I catch my breath, but when I open my eyes, he's
standing, backwards.  Over me, in the dark, but there's enough light
through the window to see everything.  He's not dripping, but his foreskin
it wet, and he has to pinch it out, but a drop glistens in the relative
dark.  He sniffs, bent over, not even close to touching me, and I don't
feel paralyzed, nor remember considering the thought of moving, Any thing.
The post-orgasmic glow fading, but the most fascinating erotic display I'd
ever seen.

   Sniffing his thumb, then arching up, twisting back, and rubbing it on
his dirty spot.  "Hh." Like blowing out smoke through his nose,
"Hhhhhhh..." Sighing, and twisting his thumb as it sank deep inside him. 
Glancing back/down at his hanging privates, milking down to his scrotum,
and pulling back the foreskin with his fingertips.  3 of them, his pinky
half hooked to spiral around the wrinkling dark skin, and squeesing the
drop.  Getting larger, and larger, brushing my lips, wetly.

   I licked them, and took a deep breath.  Oh my god, what an indescribable
flavor!  Savory but fragrantly filling my nose as I sigh, and my eyes
flutter shut.  "Hnnnnnn!"

   "Hm." he grunts, and I see his asshole slam shut, half expect to hear a
pop from his tumbtip, rubbing it, and shivering over me.  "HhuhuHUH!" He
coughed.  Spit in his hand, and reached down to put his other hand on my
pubes.  "Let's see how out like it," he felt, three slimy fingers, but
lower, deeper between my cheeks.  His knees pressed down on my shoulders.
"Gonna wanna get it wet."

   He held it down, but I had to lift my head, his feet were on the pillow.
"Nh?" I gasped in through my nose, but he wiggled it around.  "Yeh, you so
tight, you wanna get it real wet."

   Llurgoyf.  I thought it, no idea what it means, which makes it a great
safe-word.  "HuhH!" Deep breath, but I can't say it with my mouth full, and
it never ceases to amaze me how quickly, and many times he can recover.  He
held my head, bent over like that, but I just let my jaw drop, relax my
throat.  I can feel it, everything, his fingertip, swirling around to
massage the tight sphincter, like my cervex, but not as deep.  Pushing it
deeper, relax, don't tense to "hM!" Relax, it just his edgeless nail, he
showed me how he polishes them back from the quick, and I feel it snap
back, float to the surface like a toroidal bubble floating up, and his
finger no longer touching it.

   "Khah!" Gasp, and pant, dimly aware of his thumb, as much as my pulse,
thudding against his other palm.  "Huh!" It brushed between my breasts,
bounced out, then it was dark, and I tasted.  It tasted like, the most
strangely familiar flavor until I remembered, the fluid he squeezed out of
me, and rubbed into his dirty spot.  It didn't taste that dirty.  He just
took a bath, but the damp curls clinging to the side of my nose, and when
had I taken my last breath?

   "SNH!" Uh!  Close my eyes on the stereoscopic black globe of his ass.

   "Yeh," he rubbed it in, "Kiss my ass!" Gripping my chest, and another
thing that's hard to believe is all the fluids that cum outta he dick.

   "UM!" Swirling my tongue around as deep as it'll go, because it's
kissing back in time to the quick short hot sticky spurts splashing down my
spasming tummy.  He lets my hips float out, and rubs it slickly with his
hand, and fingers.  Slips back down to my steaming dripping cunt.  I'm
sorry, but I could feel it, trickle warmly down my asscrack, it was the
filthiest fucking thing I ever felt, and I couldn't stop cumming.  I had to
push him off to breathe, so he climbed off, and I just curled up, shaking
and sobbing with pleasure.  So satisfied it started feeling like torture
again at the end.

   And again, he wasn't there when I woke up in the morning.  As if he'd
never been, the carafe from the french press still in the dishwasher with
the clean load.  I put on some clothes, and went out to check for bike
tracks in the yard.  Or footprints, something.  "Huh!" I held the paper to
my chest and went back in.  To shower, and wash my hair.

   The electric kettle was starting to boil, I don't remember filling it,
but I might have absently turned it on, and it had been refilled.  I
honestly don't know.  It's so like a dream, and yet feels so real, but he's
right.  I have to think of something.  Look at the laptop.

   "Hm," an electric kettle, just like mine.  Used, undamaged, "Hm!"
Apparently still expensive.  I look around, he has good taste, look at my
nails, they could use a repolish.  After my hair, it's a fucking wreck. 
"Nhmhm!  Whhhhhh..." Take a sip.  I don't know why this never felt like too
much house.  Living alone.  "Yes," I got out the cat-food, "I know."

   I remember, his hands on my shoulder and hip, he didn't force me, i
didn't think rape, and i "Wanted" it.  It didn't hurt, it felt wonderful,
and I didn't even think that he was, going in the wrong way.  "Not just
fuckin, but fuckin butt fuckin!" I don't feel sore, I expected to, or I
should have, if I'd thought about it.  It's the feces, he even desensetized
me to that, or forshadowed, but it didn't feel like rape.

   "Hh!" All right, so I didn't give it a chance.  Just feeling with my
fingers, that wasn't just a fantasy.  Not that I was ever in the habit, of
feeling my rectum before, but I've got lube, condoms, and a couple toys I
haven't dusted off in weeks.  But what really did it, what I really
remember pushing me down, and holding me tight around the heart was how he
held me down.  It must have been most of his weight, flattening my pubes,
and forcing my hips deep into the mattress.

   Like his hips, nestling against my bottom.  His tight hairy scrotum with
the pantywaist tucked under so tight I can feel the line across my cheeks,
warming up to my skippery hands, and fingers.  I got all day, and I might
surprise him with how loose and sensitive I am for him tonight.

   "Nh!" Let the water out of the tub, and don't dry of, even make it on
the bed.  Just get out jack, and jill, the lube, the rubbers, and gloves,
pull all the laundry together, and bag them up in the bedding.  So I can
wrap myself around it, and squeeze it between my legs.  Get an arm under
me, and bend back down.  Might need a shower later, I'm going to get pretty
fucking dirty this morning.

   "Uh!" It pops out, and I wish it was longer, so I switch toys, and turn
it down to vibe my clitorus.  "NhnhnNH!" It slides in, "HuhuhHhH!"
Slowwwwwly... "SNH!" I can make it out to the dry-cleaner today, at least.
My hand shakes, so I relax, so it shakes harder, in me.  "NhHN!" Huhuhuhuh!
"Yeh!" bitch.  "You like it up yo ass likeat?" Nh?  "Yeh!" He always leaves
his panties for me.  "All upin dat ass!" I wonder where I'll find them?