"Give me the goddamned cable!", I growled in reply."Fuck off you pervert!", she snarled, "now get out so I can change, I only have a few minutes befor...e I need to leave to meet your father." I don't give a rats ass about your fucking parties, I'm not leaving until you give me the motherfuckin' TV cable." Listen, you piece of shit, I'm gonna change. If you want to stand there and watch your mother get undressed and redressed, then you're not just a pervert, you're a sick animal that doesn't have. She rang the doorbell, my dad let her in. I knew she was there; I stayed in my room, not wanting to acknowledge her arrival, and thus accept my subordinate status to my rival. My mom yelled at me to come down, since Ms. Williams was here, not Becky, the girl from school, but Ms. Williams, my babysitter. I slowly made my way downstairs, refusing to make eye contact with anyone.They sat me down on the couch to explain the rules to me. I was grounded until my parents returned, which meant the only. Vedendo il liquido che faceva su e giù per tutte e due le scuole, mi venne nuovamente una voglia ancora piùgrossa della prima, così, senza pensarci due volte, aprii la porta del bagno e questa volta decisi di imboscarsi nellastanza di Miriam. Sentii che ancora si stava facendo la doccia, ecco dov'era la troia! Ad aspettarmi, vicino al letto, così come per l'abitudine della figlia, c'erano delle scarpe molto più alte! Delle decolté nere lucide con dei fiocchettini allapunta molto invitanti che. She was too tall, too thin. Her hair was too dark. Her skirt was too long. Nothing that I liked in a girl except, well, she was a girl.She walked up to the bar and ordered a white wine. Her voice was a bit deeper than I liked, too. She turned, sipped her wine, and looked at the band and the dance floor. Immediately one of the other guys walked over and said something to her. She smiled but shook her head. He spoke again, and again she shook her head. He must be asking her to dance, I thought,.