Wait a minute, David said. Didn't she have something to do with all that stuff about Miss Barns. Who the fuck is Miss Barns? my dad said. I told you a...out her, Dad, remember? I said. Miss Barns was a history teacher at school, a young sexy brunette with long hair and a body to cry for and she and the athletic coach used to put on kinky exhibitions for some of us in the know. Miss Barns was either a masochistic nymphomaniac of the first water, or she had been ground into dirt by the coach after. She gasped, the sound of his pleasure driving her wild, and for a few seconds he did not move, but stayed stationary inside her, savouring the feeling of her tightness, her wetness, the heavenly warmth between her delicious thighs. Then he pulled out and slammed back into her quickly and she cried out in pleasure, her voice echoing through the room. Her arms were still around his neck to balance herself, her legs holding herself up, tightly wrapped around him. He was still again. Then another. Only, I don't really know how to find my size."The woman looked at her kind of confused."Oh, all my life I've been dressing really like a tomboy. I was always disappointed that I was born a girl - I have bunch of older brothers, and no sisters. I never wore a dress or skirt, or tights, or things like that. I never really bought a swimsuit, even - I tried my best to avoid going swimming altogether, and the few times I did go, I just wore some of my older cousin's hand-me-downs."The saleswoman. Howmuch did you spend?"Misty- 'I err uh not much John here's your billfold back and your clothesplus all the money I spent."John- 'Thank you Misty' with that he quickly rears back and smacks me inthe face knocking me down on the ground.John ? "get up Misty"Still lying on the ground I just lay there afraid to get up.John- "Get up girl"Misty- "I'm not a girl John"John- "yes you are you are a thieving bitch of a girl that's what youare."Now John is standing over my torso with each foot on either.