"I said, sweet, red-headed baby," Richard whispered, "I could drill my big prick in you're your little slit right here."

Linda couldn't speak. His large hand was tightening, cutting off her air. She felt the hallway spin slightly. Darkness seemed to billow around her like a fog. The worst part, however, was the way his… thing touched her. It was like some angry, pulsating snake. And from the way it felt against her skirt, it must be almost a foot long!

"I'll wait," Richard said softly, almost cooing. "I've got plenty of time to do you right."

When he finally released her, Linda fell back against the locker and grabbed her throat. She gave him a hunted look, then shot her eyes to the left. If she were quick enough, she could escape. Her feet seemed glued to the floor, however. She touched the bruise on her skin and felt something other than pain. The sensation seemed to throb downward, cutting into her guts like a knife.

She looked into those eyes and felt her heart thunder in her chest. Her ripened upturned breasts were heaving with excitement. It was almost as if she was looking at a boy for the fist time in her life.

Richard might be the meanest kid in school, but he was also the best looking. He had a shock of curly, blond hair surrounding an angular face, a large, well shaped nose, two, steel blue eyes, and a cruel gash for a mouth. His neck was knotted in muscles, as were his wide shoulders. His chest gave way to a waspish waist, narrow hips, and powerful, meaty thighs and legs. His hands and feet were a little too large, showing that he still hadn't reached his full adult height, although he was already well over six feet tall.

"Know what I'm gonna do to you, baby?" Richard asked, leaning forward and placing his hands on the wall, his forearms touching her shoulders. "I'm gonna wait, and then I'm gonna get you alone and screw the living fuck out of you."