I told her that was the way it SHOULD be. What she had experienced with her bf was NOT the norm. I told her to go get started on her breakfast befor...e it got cold and that I would be out once I finished washing my hair. Instead, she offered to help me condition my hair and give me one of the fabulous head massages that our favorite hairdresser in the mall salon had taught her to do one slow Monday a few months ago so that Kathy could make a few extra dollars under the table helping out when. “Go ahead, you can keep touching it and look closer slave. See what a real cock looks and feels like” he says. I reached out and grabbed it looking even more closely at it. It was nestled in his bush of hair that I could only partly see. It was pale but topped off with a large pinkish mushroom head. On the sides, it had large veins like those of a body builders arms. The more I moved it with my hands, the more it began to swell. The boy then undid his belt and unsnapped his pants allowing his. .” Craven quickly took a knife to my throat as he pressed hard against my jugular, trickles of blood dripped down my body as his face was all the way in mine again, Invading my personal space, making It known that he was in charge here. “Oh I’ll make you bleed alright.. I’ll make it..” pressing harder again as more blood coated my upper body. “Rayne..” he finished his sentence with a grin as he moved the knife and licked the blood off it in front of me, his other hand moved from my throat down. Jorge was familiar with bullets and bullet holes. He knew what a bullet hole looked like in cloth, and he knew a healed bullet hole when he saw one. He also knew that hole in his shirt and the puckered scar wasn't there earlier in the evening."You might want to keep this," Caleb said absently, handing Jorge the nine millimeter bullet, as he navigated the streets of Phoenix as quickly as he could."Was this a miracle?" Jorge asked in wonder, looking at the bullet in his hand and still touching.