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" Oh, you startled me," Marie said, self-consciously raising her hand to her throat, trying not to show her asian upskirt at his rotten-toothed grin.
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" Takin' some pictures are you," he said.

She loathed the way his eyes wandered freely up and down her body. His gaze made her aware of her bare feet sunk in the mud, and it made her feel vulnerable, naked somehow. asian porn star Alone in a cemetery with a....She tried to push the thought from her mind.

" Yes. I was taking some pictures for my class." She tried to smile. If you're friendly with people, they won't want to...to what? she thought. Hurt you? Or....She remembered what her girlfriend, Carrie, had once told her: there isn't a man in the world who wouldn't rape a woman given the opportunity and knowing he could get away with it.

" Class?" his eyes were bleary and confused looking.

" Uh, yes. At Crockett High. I teach there."
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She turned and picked up her shoes off a tombstone where she had placed them.

" It was muddy; I didn't want to ruin them," she offered lamely, feeling more and more alarmed under his brazen scrutiny.

" You're a teacher, huh? I once had a teacher looked something like you. Only your better lookin'."

" Well, thank you," Marie replied. " A woman always likes to get a compliment. And now I guess I'd better get going," she smiled, trying to inject a note of cheeriness into her voice, the corner of her mouth twitched slightly. She avoided looking into his eyes.

" What's your hurry?" Logan asked, placing his hand on her upper arm and rubbing up and down suggestively.

Ignore it, she told herself. Don't make an issue out of it. You don't want to set him off. Just be firm. Take charge. Just as you would if he were one of you students.

" I really have to go."

His grip on her arm tightened.

" So if you don't mind"

The slap came out of nowhere. Stunning her.

She stumbled backwards slipping in the greasy mud. If she could just focus her eyes. Everything was spinning, spinning, spinning, like a circus merry-go-round. A fist glanced off her jaw banging her back into the hard granite of a tombstone. Instantly, his hand yank at the collar of her raincoat. The top snapped open. A fist flew into her stomach, doubling her over.

" Fucking whore!" he screamed. " Fucking, goddamned whore!"

He grabbed the back of her raincoat and jerked it up over her head and off. He flung it aside.

She was bowed over on her knees before him, wearing a black, turtle-neck sweater and a short, gray skirt.

" Take'm off, bitch."

Her knees and toes were buried in the mud. Her skirt had risen almost to her crotch. A dark, enticing shadow lay between the upper region of her thighs. She looked up at him, her blue eyes slowly focusing. A thin trickle of blood ran from the corner of her mouth.

Slowly her hands moved to the bottom of her sweater. She pulled it up and over her head. He took it from her and tossed it aside. She wasn't wearing a bra. She didn't need to. Her breasts were firm and round with pink nipples and areolae.

He made her give him the gold necklace with its heart pendant and put it in his pocket. " The rings, too, bitch, and the watch." He was going to strip her of everything.

" OK, take the skirt off."