She'd been a scientist, a chemist, and had worked for the KGB during the Cold War and after. She was an interrogator. Her specialty was concocting che...mical mixtures that were tailored for each individual subject. Depending on their psychological makeup, she knew some would respond better to hallucinations, some to anxiety, some to paralysis, some to hyperactivity. Whatever they feared most, she would find some chemical way to produce.What had terrified Daisy most was a line written in red. Susan could hate the ginger peril without any problems at all. "If I'd known the prophecy was meaning some otherworldly fruitcake, I wouldn't have volunteered." VOLUNTEERED," She screamed back at the cat, "YOU WERE GIVEN NO CHOICE, YOU LITTLE... YOU LITTLE... SCUMBAG!" Invectives failed to really emphasise her frustration at the torment that was supposed to be her guide in this.Since her accidental portal into this realm of fantasy and myth, she had been tormented by the furry little shit. As a. Around 2 or 3AM he gave her his #, saying that he had to get off the computer before he turned into a pumpkin, but if she ever wanted to talk…with a huge stupid grin on her face, she went to take a cool shower, hoping to clear her head. She walked across the house, dripping wet, wrapped in a towel, and the first thing she saw was her phone. She nervously dialed the number he had given her and after a few rings she heard a friendly ‘hello.’ They talked on the phone, giggling for a couple hours. In a few more hours she would be dripping!"Hi Linda!" Linda was startled by Nicole's voice from behind her... "Earth to Linda. Do you hear me?" Debbie said as she approached. "What were you thinking about? You seemed far away."How could the busty girl tell her friends she was dreaming of sucking the boy just to her left and swallowing his cum? "N-nothing" she said, "It's just that I had some problems yesterday and..." It was your mom, right?" asked Debbie. "And about Brad, I'm sure." Yeah! He's.