As your boss, he is confident andstrong. Something you are not."Nice ass, Charlotte," he says to you smugly. You are just a set of holesto him. "Why d...on't you come around here and take care of me?"Like the bimbo the part calls for, you mince over to him and fall to yourknees as he rolls back his chair. The camera zooms in for a close up asyour overly-long acrylic nails, painted with little butterflies, make youfumble to undo his belt buckle and unzip his dress pants. He looks downat you and. My legs killed as I was walking home. It was about an hour walk, after about 15 minutes, I see a car slow down and drive with me as I was walking. I joked in my head saying I was going to get shot (Being one of the only white people in a mostly colored school in a wana-b gangster town). I watch as the window roles down, I unplug my ipod from my left ear and lean forward to get a better view of the driver.It was Mrs. Jenkins. Of course once she offered a ride I happily accepted. She asked if I. “It’s as cold as it’s going to get, sir,” Elliot replied. “The clear skies have let the heat from the sun escape. However, if you’d prefer, I’m sure Master Hammond can find beds for you somewhere...”“No,” Margo said. “We’re coming back tonight. Do you have any idea how long the party will last?”“Yes, Madam. It should wind down around 4 AM, with brunch in the morning for anyone who stays over.”“I doubt we’ll be there that long.”“Fine with me, Madam, I’m at your disposal.”Carol watched the lights. . and something with her eyes, they seemedto go red for a second. But that's ridiculous, there are no witches" Well, until now I would have agreed with you, but everything seems to point to something supernatural"We spent the rest of the day talking, crying together, cuddling, tryingto work out where to go from here I kept my pants on, somehow I feltbetter hiding the evidence of what had happened.Inevitably, I had to use the washroom, Susan made a point of remindingme to wipe myself.