I dropped the black can of spray paint and slowly turned about to look at the man who now held my fate in his hands. Indian porn Then, he did something I didn’t expect. A tear slipped from the corner of my eye and rushed down my cheek, “Please, let me go…”
He shook his head, running a finger to catch my tear in its track and to wipe it away. My friends had initially planned on sneaking into her lecture hall after hours and spray painting profanities all over the walls, tables, chairs. I sighed, staring at the stencil for a moment before I looked back over my shoulder. I dropped the black can of spray paint and slowly turned about to look at the man who now held my fate in his hands. He was right: we weren’t finished. I tasted the bitterness of it, gagged in disgust. I weighed 130 pounds, a bit thicker than most girls my height, but I felt comfortable and fit in my own skin. He moved his hand to slap my cheek airily, though and my eyes flashed open.
