Her build is slender, but not too slender. Her breasts are huge, but not TOO huge. Everything about Sam is perfect. Her Yellow/Golden eyes follow my e...very move, burning right through my mind. She knows what she wants. And she’ll do whatever it takes to get it. One look at each other, and it begins. We go to my room, and lie on my bed. “Do you like this shirt?” she asks me. Smiling, I tell her no, because Cathy spilt that bleach chemical on it when we were screwing around with our weapons at the. “Did you want it back?” he asked as he opened his mouth, exposing the half-chewed cherry. The sick bastard! I could have rolled my eyes and let it go, but I didn’t. Instead, I shocked us both by reaching in his mouth to grab it. Probably out of reflex, he shut his mouth and clamped his teeth down onto my thumb, which I managed to pull free, and my index finger, which wasn’t so lucky. “Ouch!” I tried to pull my finger free. I was a second away from smacking his damn face, when he loosened his. Not wanting to be hit on by Stanagain, I start taking quick, tiny steps to run across the lot.I unlock and open the door, turn to pick up my bag with my clothing,shoes and make-up when I feel a large arm circle around my waist andpull me in the back seat. Before I can scream, a large hand covers mymouth. I try to fight him off but my size makes me no match. I scream into hishand anyway hoping Stan might be walking by at that moment and hear meor see that the door is open. My next thought is. It was the exact expression that she used when she thought that he'd done something stupid. It was like she was enjoying seeing him standing there with his hands dangling impotently. He had no choice. He had to wipe that smug expression right off her face. He lashed out with a quick snap that caught her full on the cheek. Her head bounced sideways an inch. When she looked back at him, there was no smile on her face; her smug expression had been replaced by shock, as though she hadn't believed.