1. The Neiborliness of Andrea Williams


    Date: 9/16/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Author: Mario Caliente, Rating: 66.7, Source: sexstories.com

    kitchen stool and made for the sink. Once there, the contents of her stomach—an apple and granola bar that she had before her run—came vomiting out of her. She remained at the sink while a couple of dry heaves continued to rack her body. When she was done at last, she turned around slowly and leaned back against the sink, pale, her knees weak. Michelle was watching her carefully. Andrea wanted to say something. To do something. But the humiliation was crushing, and she could only stand there slumped against the sink, trying hard to believe that this was but a nightmarish dream from which she would awake. “Felony sexual assault.” Andrea barely heard Michelle speak these words, but she did hear the word “felony” and it hit her like a lead pipe to the chest. Her heart was pounding. Tears began to well in her eyes. “Brandon is a minor, for god’s sake, Andrea. How could you do that to my son?” Andrea started to speak, but there were no words to use. Instead, Michelle continued: “I should have taken this tape to the police already, but I wanted you to see it first. To see what you had to say for yourself”. She paused. “But you have nothing to say, do you? You’re just a slut whore, aren’t you?” Again, by the tone of her voice, one would have thought that Michelle was asking if her friend wanted another slice of pie, but the words stung. Tears began streaming freely down Andrea’s cheeks. “Oh, so we’re all sorry now, aren’t we?” For the first time, a hint of sarcasm could be detected ...
    in Michelle’s speech. “Let’s all have a nice cry!” “Yes...” Andrea’s voice trembled. “Yes, I am sorry. I’m so ashamed.” There was silence in the kitchen. Andrea looked balefully at her friend—surely her ex-friend now. “Has Brandon…does he—“ “Does he know about the tape? No. Not yet, anyway. He’ll find out, though. When I go to the police.” The word “police” made Andrea feel like vomiting again. She thought of her husband. Of her two small children. More tears ran down her cheeks. “Michelle…” she began her plea, but no further words came forth. “Shut up and come with me,” Michelle commanded and began walking to the stairs. Andrea stared after her uncomprehendingly through tear blurred eyes. “Come on,” Michelle repeated as she paused momentarily at the foot of the staircase, but Andrea was still leaning weakly against the kitchen sink when she heard her neighbor’s voice again, now at the top of the stairs, calling for her. Slowly, almost as in a trance, Andrea pushed away from the sink and shuffled uncertainly toward the stairs. After gaining the upper floor, Andrea, sniffling now, saw Michelle standing in the doorway of her bedroom, motioning for her to come. Slowly, Andrea complied. When she got to the bedroom door, Michelle had moved to the center of the room. “Lie down on the bed!” It was not a strongly uttered command, but there was no doubt it was a command. “What?” Andrea asked, sniffling, blinking back her tears and stroking her hair. “Why…” “Shut up and do what I say!” ...
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