“Don’t worry, cutie. By the time we’re ready to put you to the stake, it’ll slide up there real easy like! You’ll even like it! The first ha...f-meter anyway…” He laughed and turned away. ‘Fucking slut-bod!’He went over by the cell door to give his guards room to play, pulled his fatigues back up and began buttoning his fly. A feminine hand reached down into a pocket and took his keys.“Excuse me,” the pretty blonde said pleasantly as she turned away toward the other guards.“What the hell?” he. He fed them a line of BS about his existential pain and got them naked into a bathtub with him. When he was fucking one of them in the tub, Matt put his hand on my knee. I was getting turned on and I squirmed. The thought of fucking anywhere turned me on. I fantasized that somewhere in a 3-block radius, Fritz was balling those chicks. I felt moisture inside me and my nipples were poking out of my blouse. He looked at me and smiled. His hand caressed my knee and moved up my thigh. Stroking. I was immediately attracted to him when I first laid my eyes on him. But, this story is not about David and I. Its about Troy. Now, I didnt really look at Troy. He didnt seem like my type, and sure didnt look like it. Hes pale, chubby, and white gangster. Not exactly my ideal guy, if you catch my drift. A couple months passed of the three of us becoming friends at the shop and I got to hear Troy rap his version of Youre a Jerk for me. It was because of that that we ran into each other on. So maybe it wouldn't be such a good idea, butthat doesn't mean I don't want them.Santa, would it be too much for me to ask for a pretty necklace I canwear? It doesn't have to be big, or expensive, or anything! Justsomething small and pretty. I figure that if I keep it hidden under myshirt all the time, then Mom and Dad won't ever see it so I won't getpunished for it. Please Santa, please?Santa, Mom got Becky some really nice makeup kits last year. I knowthey're just kid's toys, but still,.