One day while he was at work, I decided to check my computer. There was a file called "Music Baby". Hmmm, I wondered. I know he sings and all but musi...c baby? So I clicked on the file and there were many folders, with folders inside. I found pictures of him fucking this girl I had suspected from his myspace page. I found videos of them fucking and her sucking his dick. I was crushed. I didn't know whether to flip out or get revenge. I thought more and more about it, what revenge would be the. If I ever doubted the existence of pheremones, Anya proved them a scientific fact. At this point she commented, "Most American guys aren't used to my hair, but you seem to know what you're doing." As the 'Brazilian' was at its peak stateside I replied, "Well, most American women could learn something about what to do - or what not to do - with their pubic hair from European women. This is a beautiful vagina."Fortunately, Anya, was completely self-assured and uninhibited so the lights stayed on. "Yes. Yes I am," she agreed.I ate it. What the hell else was I going to do? And then I cleaned the kitchen, much to Mom's delight. My mind was a whirl. It helped me think. I hadn't actually dreamed that she made lobster, so I didn't have to actually dream it. Did just saying I dreamed something make it come true?"I drempt there was a key lime pie on the counter," I said aloud to the kitchen when mom had stepped out. I wasn't still hungry, but I guess I was just stuck on food. Regardless, I was. ..but not my skin. It was Don's back."Yeah, that's right baby...wrap your pretty little legs around me...mmmmm." He pulled me tighter and I felt the warm water gush up between my breasts as our bodies met."Don....wha...what are you doing?" I found the strength to pull my head up to face him, except that I couldn't see him in the dark."Sweetie, I'm gonna show you what you've been messing with since you moved here."He pulled me tighter and his lips sought out my own and he began the softest, most.