The hat is squished around her face, so you can't make out whoit is, but she looks vaguely familiar - or at least the outfit does. Whatyou do know, is...how unbelievably embarrassing she looks wearing theoutfit, which makes your skin crawl at the thought of what people aregoing to say at the sight of you trapped inside of it.The next picture features you, with thick pink hair extensions stuckaround the sides of your head, with the top of your head shavedcompletely bald. You flick your finger. After a slow gentle teasing of my nipples, you slowly move the ice cube down over my stomach, slowly circling across from one side to the other, making sure the cold dribbles down over the sides of my waist, before moving across and circling my belly button again letting the chilled cube tease and tickle me, sending sexy chills up through my body, you watch intently as I gasp an moan from the sensation. Meanwhile your tongue moves down to a breast and slowly starts to circle it. Licking slowly. ‘Look, that’s not our concern. Now you need to go.’ Tyrone stood and stormed out slamming the door. Annette called Shia. After two rings, Shia picked up. ‘Hey big sis. Are you volunteering to babysit?’ Shia asked. Carson was a good baby. He slept through the night. Shia loved being a new mom and Chris spoiled her and the baby rotten. At six months old, Carson was already trying to crawl and cooing. Shia was excited because in a few days, her daughters were coming home for a visit. Chris. ’ ‘Society isn’t being very accommodating,’ she grumbles. ‘Yeah, but you’re not giving up – and besides, the people who were outside the other day were all drunk and stupid. They were all arrested, and nobody else here wants you gone.’ ‘I hope so,’ she sighs as we begin to climb the stairs. ‘I’ve started to like living in the city…’ ‘Yeah – so much so you always use the stairs, and almost never fly anymore.’ She shrugs, her wings rustling silently as we continue to climb. ‘I feel like it would.