He should have known better. Should have realised that they would never accept him.
They were hypocrites. All of them. Bragging and laughing about the girls they had degraded. Swapping stories of lustful release at the expense of someone’s daughter, someone’s sister.
How was what he had done so different?
She had wanted it. Her cherry mouth so full and pouting, flashing her butt cheeks and perfect brown legs in those minuscule denim shorts and high top Converse. She had wanted it. Twirling her web fine hair in the sunshine and licking her small gappy teeth. She had wanted it. And he had delivered.
So how was that different to them, with their Facebook ratings and round robin groping?
He hadn’t anticipated the look on their faces. The slack jaws. The wide eyes. The disgust.
He hadn’t anticipated the beating gave him. The punching. Kicking. Stamping on his balls.
And even now, as he waited sentencing, he still couldn’t grasp the difference.
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