Were there indeed thousands of women out there that wanted to bed him? Did literally hundreds of them get wet thinking of being with him? “Those w...men out there want me because they don’t know me. They see me. They see the cars, the position, and the money. They want to sleep one night with me. They want me to get them pregnant. Not you.”“How do you know?”“Because you keep coming back. You do what you want.” He turned and looked at her as she stared up at him. “You would not come in. “No!” she protested, pushing him a littleaway as she suddenly felt very weird about thissituation, this was wrong… she wasn’t a slut whowould just fuck any guy just because he could make heritch…Tom’s eyes darkened and his lips turned into adangerous snarl for just a second, before he caressedher arm, apologizing to her, “Sorry… I don’t wannascare you, you just look so damn hot and I want you somuch…” Suzan felt a little guilty. Although some find it sweet, it would make me sick. And just like her parents were always home, mine were always busy with a case, so they were never home. I learned quickly to fend for myself especially being an only c***d, which was the only thing Meagan and I had in common.I was, and still am, 5’9. My hair was a natural platinum blonde and my weight remained constant around an athletic 115lbs. I loved sports––still do. It always made me smile to put the boys to shame. My sports were Track. My sister looked at me with distain and asked “Why?” “I was just wondering.” I stammered. She got a coy look on her face and she smiled and asked. “Why, are you in love with her or something?” That caused a weird sting in my heart and I began to wonder if I loved Sue. I honestly had to think about it, no I was a little pervert and she was my masturbation inspiration. I couldn’t say that to her so I just tried to look disappointed and said. “Fine friend you are. You just get used to seeing.