DieHaare schneiden war ja kein Problem. Alles musste nur ein schlechterScherz sein, oder sollte das Paket am Ende doch f?r mich bestimmt sein?Ich mu?t...e meinen K?rper zur?ckbekommen, mu?te ich diese Schei?e entfernen.Ich hatte genug von diesem Treiben. Ich lie? meinen Verstand arbeiten, undbekam Angst, dass hier irgendetwas meinen K?rper ?bernahm.Auf jeden Fall musste ich das, was da mit mir passiert war aufgehalten,oder r?ckg?ngig machen. Ich wollte wieder der Alte sein. Es mu? dasSchaumbad. ” I was slightly clawing at your back now. Faster and faster you went inside me, harder did you pound into me. You playfully, at first, bit into my shoulder. As the aggression of us having sex grew, so did your biting and my clawing. I was getting really close again but didn’t say anything this time. I tried to control my moaning but that failed. I was almost screaming. I could feel your teeth leaving marks on my shoulder but I didn’t care. My nails were making the same marks on your back. . "Miss Porter," she said from a hallway door. "Come with me please." Then she led me to a treatment room. The room was white of course with a table where I guess I was supposed to sit. But I chose to sit on the doctor's stool. Hell I was paying, I would sit where ever I wanted. At least until someone told different.Well technically the assistant had said sit on the examining table. I had just ignored her, Yes I was acting out, but I had enough of doctors, and even lesser employees telling me. Not anymore." Listen to him, Kim. He's the love child of Vince Lombardi and Rush Limbaugh!" Who?" Kim asked.Southern Pines was a golf enthusiast's wet dream. If you had trouble getting on the tournament course at Pine Needles, hey, no worries, there were seven or eight other primo courses, with quite similar characteristics, literally within biking distance. The real trick was in not hitting a drive so wild that it ended up, not merely on another fairway, but on whole 'nother golf course!Kim.