I looked down at him and then turned to Diane."You have anything you want to add honey?" No. He is pretty pathetic. He can't fuck and he can't fight. ...I don't know what I even saw in him in the first place. I'm well rid of him. I'm horny baby; get me out of here."Once in the car she asked me why I had said all those things. "I wanted to goad him into taking a swing at me. I was having a good time and I wasn't going to keep on having a good time unless I got rid of him. He would have screwed with. “What bedtime story have you got for us, Nana?” young Jessica asked, once she was tucked in.“I have a new one about fierce dragons, naughty knights and sweet princesses; shall I tell it?”“Pleeease,” they chorused, including Art; age nine really isn’t too old for a good bedtime story.So Nanny sat on Jessie’s bed, with Art on Frances’s, and she began.“Once upon a time there was a Witch and a Sorcerer who went about sometimes disguised as Dragons. Nearby their lair was a pink palace where lived a. But that's just a dream. You're a fucking slut and I know that better than anyone. Slap. When I see that you're lying next to me trying to pleasure yourself my palm strikes your ass, causing your legs to close suddenly and crush your hand a little. The instant of short,sharp pain ends the dream and kills the kind, caring stranger to bring you back into the real world where only I'm waiting for you. And you know that I want to use your body. You try to fall back asleep again, retreating into. "It's after twelve," Jennette said suddenly, making Miranda pause. "You're officially sev*nteen now." Hey, yeah." Listen, Miranda, I've been wanting to tell you something for a while."Miranda looked at Jennette curiously. The blonde wanted to melt as gentle but very sexy dark eyes awaited her. Licking her lips, Jennette felt her nerve fading again and with a clenched fist, nails digging into her palm, she inched over toward her co-star."Just wanted to say..." They were almost nose to nose,.