He held a beer in his hand and he was obviously drunk. "That's Cam's lil' sister, Emily." Another boy walked up, in a black polo and jeans and glanced... down at Emily. She stared up at them and they looked down at her breasts and she backed up, bumping into someone else. "She sure is gorgeous if I gotta say," The boy grinned, taking another step toward her and she panted, stepping back again and bumped into the other two boys and they all laughed and she blinked rapidly and looked for an escape. Oh yes and the grassy section here, well the brush strokes are so sloppy, just awful. And those are just a few of the mistakes. No, this is nothing but an advanced paint by number. I tried to turn down the gala opening, but was pressured into it. I feel like such a fool for hanging these things up.’ With that he shook his head and sulked away. I sat there dumfounded. I turned back to the painting and just could not understand how he could nit pick and point out such petty flaws. No one looked. “I am.” He daubed tears from his own face. “Two days later, Darlene called him to dinner and he didn’t respond. She went into his room and let out a shriek. I came in and saw him. He was lying on his bed with a syringe in his hand and a suicide note taped to his chest with big letters D N R at the top.”“Do not resuscitate,” Sierra remarked.“He was a hair’s breadth from being gone — his breathing was deeply depressed. His lips were blue and his skin was pallid. I began mouth-to-mouth while. Even though Nipsie was my nickname back in high school, several of my old friends refer to me that way. I just flashed a guilty smile, shrugging my shoulders at my naughty little hobby.She apparently was a frequent visitor to xhamster herself, as she seemed to know all about my profile. “Are you really into lesbian sex? she asked, looking at both DJ and I for the answer. My husband chimed in that we were both doing a little experimenting, just trying to have a little fun.”I read your posts.