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sample rape teens "rapeteens" story:
We finally reached the world's tallest building and took what must have
been the world's fastest elevator up to the observation deck. Our ears
popped when we got there. Chris seemed more at ease now that we weren't
in the middle of a crowd, and I gave both boys some change for the
telescopes that were placed all along the windows. I pointed out some
planes circling around O'hare airport, seeming to be at the same
altitude as we were. It was a beautiful view, and the boys ran around
eagerly pointing out all the landmarks. Cory placed his forehead
against the window, staring wide-eyed at the ground far below, and I
felt a stab of apprehension seeing him separated from the thin air
outside by only a few inches of glass. Feeling my nervousness, the boy
grinned at me devilishly and held his arms out, continuing to lean his
head against the window and saying, "I'm flying!" He was a typical boy,
in spite of his psychic abilities.
When we had seen all there was to see I suggested, jokingly, that we
walk down instead of taking the elevator. Both boys looked at me as if
I had lost my mind, and I had to laugh. We plummeted down in the
elevator and made faces trying to get our ears popped again. There were
a few stores on the ground-level, and I saw something that gave me an
idea. "If you listened to something on that," I said to Chris, pointing
to a Walkman with headphones, "would that help you block out the
crowds?"
Chris considered this, and decided it might work. We went into the
store and I asked Cory if he wanted one too, since I wanted to be fair
about it, but surprisingly he said no. They weren't like other
brothers, who felt a constant need to compete or have the same things
that the other one had. So, with Chris wearing the headphones and
listening to a radio station, we headed back out to the busy street.
After a half-block, while Chris was singing along to some song that we
couldn't hear, I poked him on the shoulder and he looked up at me,
beaming his sunny smile. Evidently my idea had worked; the music gave
him something else to listen to.
When we got back to the car Chris slid next me, while Cory took the
passenger seat. Chris took off the Walkman and wrapped his soft arms
around my neck, planting a quick, moist kiss on my lips...continue -> rape paysites |
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