He rose now to make his own closing speech."You know, as a teacher I'm used to marking lots and lots of coursework and homework. I've lost track of ho...w often I've written 'evidence?' in the margin of such work in red ink, questioning a pupil on the basis for their answer."I'm afraid that I would have to write that same question again and again across the entirety of the prosecution's case here."Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I've asked you before to ignore Mr MacMillan's smoke and mirrors. My eyes are anything but slanted, or showing any fold at the corners. Steetch says I look like an Anime character, my eyes are so large.But if you want to see my eyes narrow, just call me Tiffaney.Better you should do like everyone else, even my parents and teachers, who all call me Hardcase. If I get riled, I flay them with my tongue, slashing with words their weaknesses and phobias, reducing them to shuddering tears in seconds, I feel really realy badly about it afterwards, and have to use my. May was relieved daddy had a solid wood door and his window was on the 10th floor so no one was about to see what she was about to do. May didn't hesitate stripping. First removing her heels, then her dress, slowly her almost unnecessary bra and finally her panties that her cunt had been leaking into all day. May then got down on her knees in front of daddy. Daddy grabbed the handle of her plug and let half the air out.“Hand me your panties and pull the plug out” he told her as he waited for. He wanted a picture of me. I sat on a log, right at the side of the stream, my bare feet splashing in the water and my jeans dirty, and he took my picture. He must have used an entire roll of film on me sitting on that stupid log, and I loved every second of it. Then, suddenly, the water had somewhere to be. It rushed over my feet, shocking me with its newfound energy, and I laughed. I felt something oddly cold on my back, then a rush of water came down the hill, toward my log, toward me. I.