”I finally remembered who he was talking about and said, ‘Oh yes, you mean the coach’s daughter from high school.”Tim said, “Yes that’s he...r. Well I met her a few weeks ago. Did she ever grow up. She works at the Blue Pussycat down on Elm Street as a waitress. Too bad she’s not one of the dancers. She has a killer body.”I said, “Really. I haven’t been in there in years.”Tim said, “Well you should check it out. Fergie is easy too if you get there just before closing and she has had enough to. I gripped her shoulders, looked her in the eye, and said Things are gonna change, baby. Look at me. I want you to go upstairs and take a long shower, shave all over, including your vagina, then give yourself an enema. Then put on those high heels I got you last year, and nothing else. Understand? Nothing else. Then come back down here. You'll receive more instructions then.The next moment is one of the things that makes all this worth the aggravation, the hiding, the funny looks you get. Liz. Eve ran towards the bedroom and as she did he regained his balance, reached into the cabinet and threw several glasses at her. One hit her in the head, breaking the glass and cutting her. Eve rounded the corner into the bedroom and he grabbed her by the hair once again, his 6ft 4 stature was no match for her 5ft frame. He spun her around and smacked her across the face with the back of his hand, busting her lower lip. She could feel the sting and taste the blood in her mouth. She thought she. .she grunted while her sphincter produced a rumbling low sound while also a high-pitch; almost like it was playing a duet with itself which brought twice the laughter as before. Fifteen year old Olivia was farting right in my face, right in class, in a room filled with teenaged girls! And just when I thought my sense of humiliation had peaked, she raised her right buttock and ripped another fart that was aimed at the other girls but filled my face. Since I was gasping for air and my nostrils.