Todd had had more than enough, he now understood why domestic violence was so powerful. His arrogant teacher was now sobbing into her bed, openly weeping from confusion and fear at what had happened to her. Her silk robe pulled over her breasts, her long legs crossed over to cover her vagina from her daughter. She sobbed into her right arm which acted as a pillow while she adverted her eyes to try and keep her head clear.
The assault had left long scratch marks along her right shoulder and bare right calf as he had forced her legs spread. Bella stood with her favorite blanket unable to process what had happened to her mother while she watched. Ms Q felt less than a woman given she had been drugged by a teenager, allowed him into her home and into her body worse of all she had been raped in front of her daughter.