So it was nearly midnight by the time we got home. The first thing I learned as a working girl was that if handsies are grope-ey and fondle-ey when yo...u're walking to school in your diamanté slave collar and 'drag me down an alley and give me a good hard shafting' Louboutins, they are a zillion, kerfillion times more grope-ey and fondle-ey when you're wearing the same things whilst being squished together on public transport.Now I'm a perky, pokie, bouncy, jiggly, squirmy, teen-angel of. Don’t worry babe, I’m not going to fill your mouth with my spunk. I’m saving that for that cute cunt of yours. Lay back on the bed honey and open those legs for Mr. Johnson. He’s coming in.”Donna moved back on the bed spreading her legs and looking at the ceiling. Clint climbed onto the bed getting next to her. Donna again suppressed an audible moan as he fingered her. “Damn, you’re juicy. I think someone’s excited for Mr. Johnson to get inside her.”Donna said nothing still staring at the. ” “I really do miss Evan!” Jill whined.“You know, girl, you really got to get out of that house. As wonderful as it might be, life isn’t all just cleaning and sewing and Oprah. Have you found THE dress for tonight?” “I don’t know …” “Better get with it woman, we’re going clubbing if I have to tie you to the front bumper of my Taurus.” ‘Where are we going?” ‘The Opium Den.” ‘Evan and I tried to go there a couple weeks ago and there was a line around the block. We’ll never get in.’ ‘We can if. One of my athletes Paul who was the team's captain and school's golden boy and an athlete of mine from the year before told Julia that she “had” to meet coach. I still remember the first time I met Julia in the school gym after practice when Paul introduced her to me as his girlfriend. Together they were the golden couple of the school, the couple everyone wanted to be. I remember thinking that evening on my way home, what a lucky fucker Paul was.Julia was your all American girl, the girl next.