"Anna didn't say anything. Couldn't through her tears.And so it went. Day after day. No one seemed to know or care if it was a weekend or after hours....The tabloids had dredged up more photos. More interviews. Even pictures of Lionel and Lamar standing outside my door in the hospital while I was in a coma. My guards preventing access from the press. No one was immune from this so-called reporter. My anger was growing and with Enders already dead, the reporter was fast becoming my next target.I. Was that another allusion to Laura having moved without notifying her? I mean, I know she may have been a little depressed, but she's a teenager; certainly there's more to her life than me. What about the stud, Eric?She suppressed her irritation over the thought of Mavis being pumped regularly by Eric and tried not to think of it the rest of the day. Walking through the door of Walgreen's at five-ten, she felt her blood race as she immediately saw Mavis leafing through a magazine about black. The only way for you to stop it, to quieten me, is to give me what I need. "Harder!" I would cry if only your fingers weren't plugging my mouth now. If your fingers weren't violating the back of my throat, saliva spilling onto your hand. You strive to get deeper now, my arse and your cock, new best friends, so at ease with one another. "Good girl," you tell me as the pace we've established starts to induce a tingling in your balls as they slap against my hairless playground. "Do you want it?". "Wh-What... ?" You'll be okay m a minute," he said, watching her. "I found some brandy and gave you a jolt."Carol lay perfectly still for the passing of long seconds, trying to pull her wits together, before she realized that the apartment house manager's huge hand was cupping her naked breast beneath the flimsy negligee... causing a sense of repulsion to sweep through her! He'd stripped her naked while she was unconscious! Oh Mark... ! She moaned and tried to raise up, pushing at his hand at.