”I looked into Jaime’s eyes, then up to her gorgeous hair as it cascaded down her shoulders. I wanted to reach up and run my fingers through it, t...hen pusher her to her knees. But…“Mr. Graham?”Dammit! She caught me mesmerized by her gorgeous hair.“Oh sorry, Jaime. Sit down and I’ll try to explain atomic numbers.”Jaime sat down in my chair and I pulled up a chair beside her.“Okay. The atomic number is equal to the number of protons in an atom's nucleus. The atomic number determines which element. She didn't want to be alone while her beloved - unfaithful? - young politician husband was away.Confused and nearly in tears, Desirée dressed. She hardly knew what Priscilla Devereaux expected of her, forgetting whether she'd been invited to dinner or not. Mark's actions had upset her so. Nevertheless, she had to go, had to know more no matter how horrible it would be, and she dressed accordingly, the striking Priscilla Devereaux's emphatic statement constantly repeating itself in her. Mum says it’s because I'm such a pretty girl. Dad says it’s because they all want to rape me. Sometimes I wish I wasn't so pretty, maybe if I just looked like a plain 15 year old girl dad wouldn't be so hard on me.Mum comforts me and dries me off while Zack goes and fetches my underwear. My mum is 32 and is still very beautiful. She looks a lot like me except she is almost always happy and smiling. I probably would be too if I took as many drugs as she did. As Kassy would be 17 now I guess. I have always been a woman of taste and strong men. I had recently terminated a relationship with my previous sadist. The whole love story and feelings were a bit systematic. He became soft. However, Charles devotion is never questioned. The bastard loves to be a dick whore. I dress him in pantyhose and lingerie. He never says no. Today, I spoke to my pet, Charles. He was happy like a she bitch in heat. I chuckled with satisfaction, afterwards grabbed his chin and petted his head. “My Angel.