I got an idea,
and I let out a moaning noise, and closed my eyes. “A peanut?”
I ignored him, and yelled, “Give me back my pants!”
“Take them back, girly boy! xxx18 Through my cotton briefs, even through his thick denim
jeans, I felt him against me! I knew I was
loosing when I felt them catch on my shoes! His
touch wasn’t a mean, hurting touch. I was so mad,
I wanted to cry, but Billy Ross wasn’t going to see me cry! I guess he started picking on me the first time he
ever saw me. No matter how
much I tried to steer clear of him, he always seemed to pop up.
