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Laura did not argue with me when I parked in back of the police car and got out to go inside with her.The house was in turmoil. Laura glanced in the direction of six men seated in the crowded waiting room and headed down the narrow hall. She looked back to see me following and took my hand.I recognized Ralph and Kelley as we entered the first room on the left where Mollie was the center attraction. There were too many people packed in the small room. I had met Ralph a few weeks before when we were painting the brothel. Kelley was the girl Laura had sent to our house to do Mary Ann for me.Two policemen were standing in one corner of the room. Kelley and three other girls in scanty dress were huddled around Mollie. Ralph and the two firemen were urging Mollie to let them take her to the hospital.Laura surveyed the room and took charge. Looking at the policemen, she smiled and said, "Thank you for coming. I'm glad you're here."They didn't acknowledge her but she was already tapping one. " Donny, I think that ship has sailed, Dad broke too many promises to Mom,hurt her too many times." I know, let's get going." Donny restarts the car and we head to myschool. I feel those butterflies in my stomach. I am beginning to regretmy plan. I guess I could tell the Donster to take me home. Then what?Change into my boy clothes, and end up pantless in the bathroom again.Well if they want to look at my damaged wang again, it's easier for themto push up my skirt. Yeah that makes total sense. Just go. Everythingalready kind of sucks anyway."Good luck Dani."I walk out of the car and through the front door. It feels a little likewhen you dream that you have that you have when you showed up naked toschool, but I am actually doing it, not naked, but totally exposed. Iget a lot of looks, but people are actually kind of subdued. I lookweird anyhow with an eye patch and giant guard over my nose. I walk tomy homeroom class. I don't make eye contact with anyone, as I sit down.I.
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My dad had said he couldnt live in the same house where hed lived with that bitch so we moved away and dad found a new job. We moved in n i was left all day most days for the first week while dad got settled into his new job, so of course while i was left i would walk around and relax in my bra and knickers that i brought with me from our old house. That brings me to the day when it happened, the day i was caught. I was realxing watchin tele in my bra and knickers when i suddenly heard the front door slam shut, my mind raced into panick my dad was home and there i was in nothing but womens underwear, i tried to jump up and run but it was no use as the living room is only a couple of feet from the front door so two seconds after i heard the front door shut the livingroom door swung open, i was frozen stiff as my dad stood there i seen the expression on his face change to anger, dont get get me wrong he wasnt happy in the first place, still being pissed off at my mother. He had a.

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