"I want to be like that girl, I so, so, so, want to be like her," I amthinking, watching the naked female as I have done so many timesbefore. But it's... different tonight because soon I will really be her,or someone very like her. How will I feel when my wrists are trulyrestrained? Will it be the way I imagine? Will I cry out like she doeswhen he cups and squeezes my breasts? Will my pussy be wet, aroused asI finally live my dream, or will the knowledge that I'm doing this atthe expense of Julia. “What?”“Betsy needs something to focus on that is her responsibility. We need to get a horse.”“Wouldn’t a puppy be a better place to start?” I asked. “A horse?”“Baby, would you really put a poor defenseless little puppy in Betsy’s hands?”Well, there was that. It was hard enough to keep her from doing damage to a two-year-old brother. I could only imagine what she’d do to a puppy.“Isn’t ... Wouldn’t that be ... I mean a horse be ... dangerous?”“Betts needs something bigger than she is. I’ll get. Like the lead Star Destroyer plunging into the Death Star in Return of the Jedi, the plane struck the heart of the prison and erupted into a fiery mushroom cloud. The plane had to have just taken off with full fuel tanks, because the tidal wave of fire that surged out in all directions made the flames of 9/11 look like a firecracker. While most of the energy of the explosion was released upwards in the mentioned mushroom cloud, a large portion was set off in all directions in a burning. Secondly, I had no reason to even think she might be bisexual or even bi-curious. I sighed, unsure what to say or do now. I lifted up the apple.She stepped closer, her green eyes looking to the fruit I held, then back to me and her smile widened into a grin. I thought there was a price to be paid?” she said as she stepped even closer. There was something about the way she moved. The sway of her hips, the criss cross steps of her long sleek legs. The noticeable bounce of her breasts trapped.