There came a day when i saw JH feel bad about what he was doing to me. Or at least feel bad for me. He had left me in a cum soaked puddle on my mother's bathroom floor and a few minutes later Jackson arrived. He, of course, went nuts at finding me in such a state and beat me senseless before using me in a horribly brutal fashion. This second ride of the day was more than i could take and i escaped through a hole i found in the carpet. Hours later when i returned the story was that i had fallen down the steps. Jackson told this story without a blink and i nodded with sincerity. It was JH whose eyes kept lingering on me and who couldn't sit still. That night it was JH who whispered his apology as he left. Jackson, JH, it didn't matter to me. They were my hell. Sorry didn't help.
