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\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs18\kerning28 Suicide\par
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\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28     {\f1 My
 life is over1 } Jenny thought. {\f1 He doesn\u8217\'92t love me, he never did, 
he was just using me. I want to die. } The proof was there in front of her on the
 screen of his computer. In his own words, in the letters he had written to others
 that seemed to enjoy hearing of his villainy. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28     Jen was
 a small girl. Now just fifteen, small for her age and looking more like ten or 
twelve. Bookish and bright as a new penny with a fine talent for music that made
 up for many of the things her life lacked. Her mother was and had always been too
 busy for a daughter that was inconvenient and her father whom she had never met
 was just some guy that her mother once knew. Even today it was difficult to be 
a bastard in a small town where everyone knew each other\u8217\'92s business. Music
 had been her refuge and had brought her into contact with Mr. Miles. He was the
 head of the music department for the school and gave private lessons on the side
. She had started with the flute early and had come to his attention while still
 in in grade school. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28     What 
started out as music lessons slowly changed into something else. A gradual transition
 from teacher and student to an uncle and a niece. He became the father figure her
 life lacked. Than as time went on the relationship further changed. She had given
 herself to him when she was twelve and they had been lovers ever since. He had 
promised to forsake his life long bachelorhood and marry her as soon as she was 
old enough but in the meantime they had to keep their love secret lest he be ruined
. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28     Now she
 realized just how phony the whole thing had been.  He had used and abused her and
 had even bragged and laughed about it to others. Their precious secret was no more
 than an act. Something that allowed him the use of her body. Instead of a sacred
 thing it was just another repeat of actions that had fooled other young girls in
 the past and probably would in the future.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28     The truth
 had come to her one evening when he had to leave for some reason. Being an inquisitive
 girl she had snooped. Her snooping led her to the computer. Being a bright girl
 she was able to get past the password in record time and the notice of a group 
of lettered files attracted her attention. The J file was a group of letters and
 a journal about her. She read until the tears blinded her.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28      {\f2
I cannot believe how long J has bought my bullshit. By now the others had all found
 boyfriends and had oh so gently said goodbye. Not J, I think she really believes
 that I\u8217\'92m going to marry her. Dumb little cunt. She gives great blow jobs
 and really likes to fuck but I\u8217\'92m getting tired of her. Besides she acts
 like we\u8217\'92re already married.  She is getting in the way. I\u8217\'92ve 
got a couple of fresh ones on the string and until I get rid of her I can\u8217\'92
t get anyplace with them. Shit I really want to get into P\u8217\'92s panties too
, I love redheads. } Their whole time together was there, written down with graphic
 details. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28     {\f2 Finally
 the little bitch put out for me. Took her long enough. Willing but scared, maybe
 next time she\u8217\'92ll move a little and do without the waterworks. Nice and
 tight.  }Even worse were the letters to his friends.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28     {\f2 Fred
, you cannot believe how good this one is getting with her mouth. A natural born
 cocksucker if I ever saw one. Took long enough but she\u8217\'92s turned out to
 be one of the best ever.  \par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f2\lang1033\fs22\kerning28     George
,  got J to let me fuck her ass last evening. Not bad. You would not believe how
 tight she was.  She will do anything to please me. Hell she even sucked me dry 
after I pulled out of her ass.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f2\lang1033\fs22\kerning28     Fred, 
wish I could send this cunt your way. She\u8217\'92s got to go. Any ideas on how
 to get rid of her. As it stands I may have to kill her to get rid of her. She just
 will not find a boy her own age. Dumb little cunt still thinks I going to marry
 her. Like that would ever happen.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f2\lang1033\fs22\kerning28    {\f0 Faced
 with final proof of his perfidy Jen snapped. What had been a loving young girl 
became an  avenging force. \par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28     It took
 her a week to plan. Her life was over but she would take him with her. He would
 never get rid of her, every day he would remember her and rue his scorning of her
 love. It was the night of an important meeting at school. One that he had to be
 there for. One that would run late. Perfect. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28     She had
 showed up without calling, something she had done before whenever the itch between
 her legs or the loneliness in her heath had got too much to bare. He had tried 
to beg off but her insistent need and her offering of anything proved too much. 
It was so simple to convince him that she wanted, needed it rough. She begged him
 to just take her, to bite her. To prove to her that he was the man of her dreams
. The man that was strong enough to own her but gentle enough not to have to take
 her by force. Surprised at first he soon responded. How often did he get a chance
 to act out his darkest fantasies. With each young girl he found it difficult to
 reframe from  just throwing her on the bed and raping the shit out of her. Now 
Jen was asking, no begging for just that.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28     In the
 end he gave her just what she wanted. Just what her plan demanded. Battered and
 bruised [ but not where it would show] she was left on the bed moaning in a combination
 of pain and fulfilled need. She had bite marks on her breasts and thighs and her
 holes were full of his spunk. Now to finish. He was no sooner out the door than
 she was on the phone. No 911 in this small backwater but just a phone that rang
 in a house. Her  cutoff plea for help would start the search. Time to end it now
.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28     Hours
 of CSI and Law & Order had taught her what she needed to know. Cords tied to the
 bed. Others tied around her ankles tight enough to cut her flesh told the story
 of a bound rape. The noose tied from the railing upstairs hung in a place where
 it was just visible to someone peeking in the window by the door. The handcuffs
 would prove her unwillingness. The skin under her nails would match the DNA inside
 her. A last look around as she stepped off into nothingness. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28     {\f1 its
 better this way. Nobody will even miss me. He will remember and I will be free 
of the pain. Just step off  and its over. OH SHIT IT HURTS.  Why didn\u8217\'92t
 anybody tell me hanging hurt so much. Air, need to breathe. Dear God just let me
 live. Just one breath. Oh God it hurts so much. Just --one--- brea. \par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f1\lang1033\fs22\kerning28     {\f0 As
 her slender body pulled the noose tight the realization of her action came to her
. Her throat was squeezed shut. That pain washed over her body and washed away all
 her careful planning and resolve. Now she was just a young girl fighting for her
 life and losing. For an eternity her tortured body punished her until finally the
 kicks and the thrashing slowed and finally ceased. \par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28    It took
 a half an hour for the local cops to run down the Jenny that had made the call. 
Another few minutes to ask her mother where she might be found. Still more time 
to get to the proper house. A few unanswered knocks soon led to peeks in the windows
. Then the door was kicked in. but then it was too late to save Jenny. She was dead
 and beyond any earthly help. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28     Mr. Miles
 was arrested at the school and dragged away in cuffs loudly protesting his innocence
. By the time of the trial the rumors that nobody in town wanted to believe were
 proved true. Other girls were found. The stories of a trusted teacher betraying
 young girls came out. The letters and other entries in his computer were found. 
The DNA and the other evidence were so overwhelming that any minor discrepancies
 were overlooked. It only took the jury an hour to return a verdict of guilty on
 the charges of statutory rape, of first degree rape, of sodomy, of murder. A life
 sentence without any chance of parole followed. The teacher and abuser would have
 a long time to remember her. Perhaps somewhere her sprit looked on and was happy
, perhaps. }}