I know that there are stories going around about me in school. I want to know if you think I’m a slut, I know I basically blackmailed you into fucki...ng me and that alone should make me a slut in your eyes, but just answer me please”Joe looks at her, those pretty eyes, soft lips, the soft arch of her neck, he thinks about the stories of her fucking a new guy every week, the story about the foursome at the behind the bar. Then he thinks about what he knows of her, her quick wit, her clear. ”Still laughing he answered, “Of those four women, of course I am a coward, I’ve seen them fight. Together, they could hurt me. Good luck.”Mai sat on my lap and said, “Master, after dinner, we are taking you to bed. You have a big day tomorrow and you need your rest. Destiny and Simone are going to have to wait for some other time for your attentions.”Tiffany was walking by to join Zach and heard what Mai said. She was smiling when she said, “Master, of all you survey and a 5’2” woman tells you. My oldest, Fred, is 19 years old, the same age I was when I brought him into this world. His father, Frank Applewater, was not excited at the prospect of fatherhood. He took off to live his life in California, free from the responsibility to his impending son, when I was seven months pregnant with his offspring. Fred is 5-10, the athletic sort, and shares my darkish complexion and hair but has his father's blue eyes and charming smile. My second child, Elizabeth, is 18 years old, the daughter. " That depends," chuckled Miranda, moving to straddle her lover, and letting her long dark hair spill down over her shoulders, "Is it white for innocence, or death?" 'Petite mort'?" Misty breathed as her lover loomed over her, a far more pleasant distraction than Bob's breakfast had been."Like in Shakespeare," agreed Miranda, as Misty ran her fingers through the courier's dark, silky tresses, "Whenever a character said, 'I die', it was just his own personal inside joke." Mmm, you bards are such.