"It was a rhetorical question. She'd already found something."I'll use this hairbrush. I need something to fill my pussy with. I need something bigger..., but, that's in your fucking pants, so, that's out. How about a pop bottle, you're always drinking those glass Cokes? Where's an empty, big shot?" You are not shoving a glass bottle up in there and I mean it, damn it." Okay, okay, don't get over-heated, Cull, or, you'll be over here with your panties down, off and out and your feet up on the. . and that she still did! We arranged a coffee date at anupscale little diner that has good pastries and a good ambiance for abouta week from then and continued to chat about different recipes we hadenjoyed trying and failing to cook.Over the next week I was on cloud 9. We chatted via txt, I was dressingup in private before I started talking to her and that had not diminishedany, and even though most of what we chatted about was not sexual she didask me some questions and made hints about. ’ His excitement was starting to get to her. Being a poor girl growing up, this life of luxury was new to her and she couldn’t believe her luck in living a fairytale that most girls only read about before bedtime. Kadari was everything she could have wanted and she couldn’t wait to explore the depths of passion with him. Before the two of them could share another word, the limo screeched to a halt. ‘What the…’ Kadari started to say, when shots were fired around them. ‘Get down, Ardress!’ Kadari. Please come with me."Both kids thought this was a real bummer, but went along with the hospital rules. They knew that they would never be able to talk their way through to a rule change, so they both just sat down to wait. Fortunately, they both had something with them to keep them amused and/or distracted until they could visit Liz. Nevertheless, they did know that they were likely in for hours of waiting.I got to the delivery room and donned the requisite protective clothing, though I never.