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One need only tune in the television set during prime time on any evening of the week to witness a seemingly endless barrage of violence in the form of “entertainment”. Whether it be cops pursuing robbers, or cowboys gunning down Indians, the pattern is invariably the same. The fact that no one is really hurt, at least physically, is also common to them all.
But real violence does exist, and real people, good and bad, are maimed and killed in the streets and homes of America. There are criminals in our midst, people who would steal or rape or kill at the slightest provocation, people who have no respect whatsoever for human life.
Janice Granger is the victim of three such people. Innocent of any crime against man, she nevertheless finds herself tortured and faced with disfigurement and death because she is mistaken for her twin sister, Patty.
“Don’t you ever say anything like that to me again!”
The perky teenaged blonde flushed red as she clutched the books to her tits and backed against the lockers. Her fingers were trembling while she looked nervously around for help. It was nearly five o’clock. No one was there!
“Come on. The way you were comin’ on to me … shit, you wanna get a taste of my cock, don’tcha?”
Jack Hawkins was scratching his groin, gathering his pants around that hard, long thick cock. Janice Granger’s eyes raced down to his crotch, then dropped modestly to the floor. It was Patty’s fault. It had to be. Her twin sister was getting her into trouble again.
“If you do anything more, if you say anything more, I’ll call for the police,” Janice said, her voice low and trembling.
The cocky smile faded on Jack’s face, replaced by a stare of anger.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.