Rock rode her Harley like a crazy woman, whipping in and out of traffic like it was just a pinball game. Normally she was more careful when she had Sarah with her. But this time she was angry. “Why did she always give in?” She fumed as she remembered the past 10 years. She was amazed that they were still together but suspected that it was because she always gave in to Sarah!

“If I don’t get my own way I’ll leave you.” Was the kid’s threat, not always spoken but always implied. The little bitch! The manipulative little cunt! Thought Rock noting that she always gave up when Sarah dug her heels in on an issue.

She remembered the morning after she had brought the girl home. She dressed her in track pants, a t-shirt and an old pair of sneakers. Rock had liked the effect, it made Sarah look like the kid that she was. Sarah hated it. After the trip to the clinic she had taken Sarah out shopping for clothes. What did she need - jeans, jacket, shirts, Nikes? Noooo, certainly not, not Sarah! Black stilettos, fishnet stockings, miniskirts, blouses and a bustier were her choices. And the make-up!! Cocksucker red lipstick, blue eye stuff, blush, mascara, the whole bit!! That was their first fight. They eventually reached a compromise and Sarah got tight jeans, t-shirts, a jacket, running shoes, and a couple of sexy (not slutty) outfits with shorter heeled shoes.

Rock smiled as she pulled up to a stoplight. Okay so Sarah hadn’t won that one completely. Of course Rock was footing the bill so she had used that as leverage. Sarah sulked for a couple of days, but was fine with the wardrobe when the construction guys whistled at her. Rock didn’t have the heart to tell Sarah that those fools would whistle at a sheepdog if it walked by.

Sarah was sexual…. too sexual. Rock couldn’t understand how one so young could be so horny all of the time. She was a walking hormone, and it seemed she masturbated a dozen times a day! Rock had kept her at bay for the first week by telling her that she had to be celibate until the test results came back. Then Sarah had to be good for another 8 weeks while she took the pills. However, once Sarah was declared clean Rock had nowhere to hide. Sarah was determined that because Rock insisted that she did not fuck kids, she would prove just how mature she could be.

Throughout the first 4 months Rock let Sarah curl up with her to sleep. Rock would have preferred to sleep alone on the couch, but Sarah cried and accused her of not loving her. She sobbed about how lonely and frightened she was. How could Rock refuse even that little bit of comfort to this sad child?

Things went ok for about a year, and then Sarah began fondling Rock’s breasts and trying to suck her nipples when they relaxed together. When Rock would turn away to stop this, Sarah would rub her back and press herself against Rock, thrusting her pelvis back and forth or humping against Rock’s butt. This wasn’t cuddling!! She was getting fucked!

Fed up and turned on, Rock would dart out of bed, dress and leave to walk the dark streets to cool off, and to avoid Sarah’s passion. Usually she would return hours later to a spitting, hissing woman child. Any resistance to Sarah’s seduction was interpreted as hating her. Why did love have to be so physical for this kid?

Rock remembered the night that she finally gave in to Sarah’s sexual demands. She had spent most of the night out of the apartment because Sarah would not stop grabbing and groping her. She came back to the apartment to find Sarah stuffing her packsack with clothes. Rock doesn’t remember exactly what was said, but she asked Sarah what she was doing and got her screamed at and slapped across the face for her question! Sarah shrieked that if Rock wouldn’t love her like a woman then she would find someone who would! She then grabbed her pack and stomped towards the door. By reflex and anger, Rock had intercepted her at the door and thrust her against the wall with her full body weight. She grabbed Sarah’s hair and roughly kissed her lips. She remembered vaguely thinking, “If this bitch wants to be loved like a woman FINE…. she deserves what she gets.” as she tossed Sarah on the bed.

Sex was rough and desperately passionate that night! In the morning Rock, feeling remorse and very deep shame for her violence, and losing control of the situation, rolled over to see Sarah smiling like the cat that ate the canary.
“Wow! You’re a great fuck!! ” She had chirped! Roc didn’t know whether to kiss or slap her pretty face.

Rock snapped from her memories back to reality as the traffic had slowed for the merging lanes. Rock felt Sarah’s body press against her back as she geared down. The next turn wasn’t far now. Rock changed lanes to be ready to exit.
Then there was the fight when Sarah decided that she hated school and wanted to work. Her choice?? What else…. stripping of course. Rock was completely against it. The only places that would ignore Sarah’s age, then 16, were seedy, dirty, dangerous bars and clubs like Fred’s. No absolutely not!!! Finally Sarah won and didn’t go back to school, and Rock won because she got her a job at a donut shop for a year. It was a safe, respectable place…. or so she thought until the night that the shop was held up when Sarah was working alone. They had gang raped her before they took off with the cash. Sarah was lucky to get away with her life. Roc vowed that if she ever found out who they were she would take great pleasure torturing them to death!

Rock was devastated by the attack. More so than Sarah was. Rock had been the one who had insisted that the shop was safer than stripping. She had been horribly wrong.
Sarah saw her opportunity and took it. She argued that maybe one of the peep show places would be safer. No one could touch her there, and she could dance, and strip and make tons money. If only Rock would be so kind as to find her a job like that? What could Rock do? Sarah was 18 and more stubborn than ever.
Finally Rock agreed, on the understanding she would always escort Sarah to and from work. Rock made sure that the dyke running the place knew what she would do if anyone dared to touch Sarah.

Sarah was happier and more agreeable after that. She was doing what she wanted to do and Rock was becoming comfortable with the security of the place. At least once a shift Rock would pop into a booth to check on Sarah, just to be sure. Rock was around so often that Alice, the owner, gave her a job as bouncer for the shifts that Sarah worked. That kept things cool for a while.

Shifting her focus from the past to the street ahead Rock pulled into the driveway of a 3 story Victorian style house. It was beautifully kept, complete with English garden and gingerbread trim. Rock smiled at what the neighbors must think. Well, they must not care much; this place appeared to be the same as it had been years ago.
She parked the bike and led Sarah to the side door. Sarah vibrated with excitement! This was one of the introductions Rock had hoped that she would never have to make. But of course, Sarah, now almost 23, had won that argument too.