Revenge

**Revenge**

Disclaimer: Please note that I am german and just want to write down my phantasies, whereas the English used ith the story might not be 100% accurate. Also please keep in mind that this is largely a sexual story. Reader discretion is adviced!

With that being said: Please, sit back and enjoy the story :)

When life gave me lemons, I fucked it in the ass! Because that’s what you’re supposed to do!

And trust me, life really loves to give you lemons.

Let me give you an example: Imagine you see a beautiful young girl. Blonde, wavy hair slightly over shoulder length, maybe 1.70m tall, slim figure but really nice curves, and a face of an angel, small lips, pointed nose, plucked eyelashes, blue eyes and every smile is sweet like honey, with her small dimple on each side of her cheek.

How could this girl, no sorry, this angel be of any harm to you?

Well, allow me to introduce Aennie Klain, the nastiest and sharp-tonguedest girl I’ve ever met.

I don’t know why, but for some reason Aennie loves to expose people, especially the losers and weak ones.

Freud had it right all along!

**Freud had it right all along!**

Disclaimer: Please note that I am german and just want to write down my phantasies, whereas the English used ith the story might not be 100% accurate. Also please keep in mind that this is largely a sexual story. Reader discretion is adviced!

With that being said: Please, sit back and enjoy the story :)

You know, there is one thing that exists that really annoys me: The Monday! Not only is it the beginning of an overly tiring week, it also has the most lessons in school and is the only day where I have to carry five books á five kilgramms each with me. When I get home on a Monday, normally my back always hurts like hell. I then quickly jump onto my bed and go to sleep and forget that I still have work to do.

But I feel that this Monday is going to be different. But to understand that, you have to know what my current situation is:

The Bus trip

**The Bus Trip**

Disclaimer: Please note that I am german who just wants to write about his fantasies. Due to this it may be possible that the english used in the story is not 100% accurate.

Also please be aware that this story is largely a sexual story. Reader discretion is adviced. With that being said: Please, sit back and enjoy the story.

4:42PM. The bus is almost empty, heading to my town next. Sendenhorst. It came from Wolbeck and went over Albersloh, following the path through numerous peasantries. Most people taking this bus come from Albersloh, and almost everyone went off when the bus arrived in their village. Just some single kids and teenagers coming from Sendenhorst are still in here, although we are a minority.

I know them all by name: Max, Malisa, Chris, Aida and Steven. And there is me, Ince. I know what you are thinking, what a stupid name, but concider this: I do not like people, and I do not want to tell everyone my name. And Ince is the short form of incertae, which is latin and means “uncertainty”. Maybe you’ll get why. Anyway, that’s beside the point.