All of them also had text in them, butthey were directed more at him than devotionals to her. He saw things like"Hurry up loser!" and "Type faster bit...h!" and "Come on slut" and "Payattention bitch-boy!" all play out across his screen randomly about everyfive seconds or so.Tom found them very frustrating as they constantly threw off hisconcentration on what he was typing. The term "distraction" was veryfitting indeed. It also didn't help Tom that he was both very tired andhad been through an. I learned to carry a flashlight so that I could look into the back seat of any car to make sure that there was no one else hiding there. They taught me to carry mace, to carry a sharp knife and just in case, to carry a small gun. Of course they're illegal but as the old saying goes, better to be judged by twelve (jurors) than to be carried by six (pall bearers, that is.)Of equal importance, I learned how to charge, how to negotiate, how to bluff if all the other girls were busy. And how to hide. .. Making sure that I am squirming in my seat. Luckily I am wearing a black skirt, because when you pat me on the bum as we are walking out you can feel that my skirt is drenched. On our way home you make me call friends and family so they know I'm ok and then you switch off my phone, we make a detour to a spa where you had made an appointment for me for a colonic cleanse. You whisper in my ear to slip into the bathroom and take out the eggs, and wipe my juices off my legs where they have been. I heard a light knock on the door.“Come in!” I said knowing it was my sister.Sophie slowly entered the bathroom.“Good morning sis! How is my beautiful sister doing this morning after last night?”“Sophie, I’ve never felt better. I am so happy and in love with you and what you did to me last night makes me so happy. I’ve never felt true love until now.”“Me too sis. May I join you?” she said with a warm smile.“Of course you can. Step on in.” I said as I returned her smile.She stripped off her.