‘Keep begging me, or else.’ Your words were still said in that velvety voice, but this time the words were velvet ropes that were trying to impris...on me. ‘Please. Please. Please…please…please…’ At some point in time my words had changed. I was no longer begging for more, I’m not sure exactly what I was begging for. I didn’t really want you to stop necessarily since your body was still sending ripples of fire through mine, but it definitely was not more of your forceful mastery that I was asking. Jim had imagined her that way a lot of time s in the past, especially when she sunbathed behind her parent's house. "What the heck?" Ha, got you," Mia suddenly said with his father's voice. "Should've seen your face." Wait ... dad?" Of course. You think the bratty girl walks naked into our kitchen?" (Mia) said and grinned. "But watch this." (She) pushed a button on something which looked like a tablet or a handheld console and which laid on the kitchen desk. "The voice can be hers too." Damn. Dann wurde ich rot. Den Rest der Stunde versuchte ich wieder, für alle unsichtbar zu sein.Heimlich, still und leise war ich vor einem Jahr in die Klasse getreten und hatte nur zu ihm eine Art Beziehung aufgebaut. Er war nie aufdringlich, hatte nie versucht, bei mir zu landen. Er war der Clown, hinter dem jeder unterging und den Platz nach einem Jahr entnervt verließ. Ich war die neue, in der zehnten wegen Umzug meiner Eltern in seine Schule versetzt, nach dem ich von meinem alten zuhause. “Oh, I guess I should know about this. Is that a particularly famous picture?”“It’s her first widely-circulated nude - from her 1955 Golden Dreams calendar,” said Pilar.Emily looked at the iPad and then the broadsheet-size portfolio. “Shit, I think you might have better tits than Marilyn Monroe.”“So do you. Plenty of women have better tits than Marilyn now. The difference is she had them in 1955 and most men had never seen a really nice pair,” said Pilar.“Let me see that.” Nick took the iPad.