The guards were too far away for me to hear their voices as they slowed, staring at the illusion. They knew she had nowhere to go. That she was helple...s, at their mercy. I focused on them, little more than shadows standing on a hill.I kept my fingers dancing.They lunged forward.Illusions were not real. They looked it. I could manipulate sound and color, shape and texture, but I couldn't put any substance into them. There was nothing to touch. Both guards found that out when their feet stepped. I was unfamiliar with the term and asked her to explain it to me. When she had finished I said, “Fuck that shit! I am into watching you be a slut but if anybody tries to humiliate or disrespect me I’ll kick the shit out of them if I am able to and if not I’ll go down swinging. Why would you think that I would allow anyone to treat me with disrespect and degradation? I am not into that at all.” It wasn’t a rhetorical question and I looked at her waiting for an answer. She said that actually she. "Want me to drive?" asked Fussilli as they approached the car. He leant on the roof and then jumped away. The steel was blistering and so now was the detective's bare arm. " Fuck me!" I've got this, Jerry," replied Bumfelt, climbing into the car."Fuckin hell!" gasped Fussilli, entering the passenger side door, winding the window down. "Hot as fuck in here."Bumfelt took a last look at the pigeon. It was past caring. It didn't give two fucks how hot it was.Iva Whetsnatch was dripping with sweat. I've had others throughout the months but these three are the ones who around the most. My husband has been out of town for three days, and isn't coming back for a few weeks. I am already in such a need to be fucked. I decide to call up Cory. He’s always ready to go, and lives close by. He can fuck like a porn star too! I call him, asking if he’s up for some fun and I think he hangs up as he is answering, saying he’s on his way. I’m already ready; I knew he’d be up for it, as soon as I asked..