Who else was around to see it after all? Sighing with relief she lowered her arm. “I’m being raped by a pervert.”
“Hey, it’s not rape. He did not realize that a girl Georgia’s age was not worried about embarrassment but punishment. He quickly realized what she remembered was their conversations, not their actions. “Can you imagine just knowing there is something hard and metal rubbing the inside of your asshole while you are jogging up and down the pitch?”
“It’ll be fine,” she was not concerned. He can fuck my mouth and you can fuck my pussy,” she used the word he had instead of just calling it her groin again. “I’m gonna land in the street.”
“When they take you to the hospital they will have to treat you for anal trauma first,” he mocked her. “That’s okay. We’ll just shower together,” he repeated his suggestion she had ignored. It was glistening with sweat from her futbol practice, which explained why she was enjoying basking in the breeze. “Today at practice…” she launched into a tirade about her day, which confused Aaron at first. “Now you’re not.” He touched her shoulders.
