Daisy.She glanced at me and her happy face grew sad. "Oh I am sorry. It's just... I love this car and it is such a pity to snail around when it isbuil... for mountain races and German autobahns. I guess, girls can get amidlife-crisis, too. But we don't show off in public...", she giggled.She smoothly hopped some gaps and ended first at the next red light.When it turned green, the black rubber screamed for mercy shortly, butthen silenced by the traction control, catapulted us forward until. She declined, saying she'd rather stay home and finish up some school work before church on Sunday. She returned to her room on the second floor and began working through her math assignment for Monday. After perhaps half an hour, a knock came at the front door. She rushed to see who it could be, hoping maybe it was Kevin or maybe even Lisa. To her shock and horror, she opened the door to see the clothing store security guard standing outside. He smiled as he watched recognition cross her. Almost as soon as she left three or four balls pelted her kneeling slave and he began wailing in pain. So it went until it was just David and me on our side and apparently only one Master and their slave on the other. I twisted my head around to see if I could see who it was and was almost hit in the face by a ball thrown by Chrissy. Her aim was evidently thrown off by the ball that David had thrown at her. A few moments later they again both threw at the same time. Chrissy was throwing to hit. Mischief stuck my mind at that time. There were 5 teenagers playing the game. Two of them went as I heard and the other 3 were still playing. I immediately came out of the bathroom while hurriedly wearing clothes.To my luck as I observed, the guy who had the turn went with my cousin. The other three were now hiding without knowing it. I entered the room from where I was hearing little noise. It was a small room in the corner with a big broad old style bed.A small and big almirah and a window.