Then she pulled back Hayley's hair and began to scrub. She scrubbed everything, hard. Though she tried to squirm away from the rough cloth, Hayley was...pulled back. The other woman grabbed her by the throat, and, looking straight into her eyes, firmly said "No. Bad girl. Sit." By now, Hayley's vision was coming back and her head was starting to clear. She struggled against the taller woman, and yelped as her chest was scraped pink. Hayley's nipples were dark red and raw, and she cried out when. I was so fucked up then, I wasn't sure what I was thinking. I think I started to feel that way long before I admitted it to myself." Do you know why your feelings for him developed?" It started because of the way he treated me. I had never been treated like that, not even from people that claimed to love me. Now, with some people--like my Mother--it was because I didn't give them the chance to treat me well. But, comparing Warren to every boyfriend I had ever had at that point, he treated me. Alan realised it was appropriate to have a shower before meeting someonefor the first time, and practically ran to the bathroom. Once inside heremoved his nightwear, and peeled his thong down his legs, gasping alittle from the fabric escaping the crack of his ass, no longer feelingthe pulling between his cheeks. Across the bathroom he saw a shower andmirror. He told himself to just go in the shower, don't even look in themirror, and yet, deep down, he knew he couldn't help himself andcuriosity. So what did he do? He took a trip to Africa and brought hundreds of African queen bees to his house in South America. Then he went to Europe and took a whole bunch of European honey bees to his house in South America. And made them mate. He called it 'The Superbee'. But we all know the way it turned out." "The Killerbee." "Yes. As mad and large as an african loner, and as cooperative as a european swarmer. No honey.. just death. Everything has a spirit, you see. Everything we face can be made.