The locals here thought she was a threat and planned to rid themselves of her. They killed her and buried her deep underground.'"So you're her possess...ng my body in the form of Whitney?" Not quite, let me finish. The executioner and the two men were her final 'victims'. First, the two men that buried her were somehow hit by her powers after her death. The night she was buried, they transformed into complete sluts. The new sluts felt the need for revenge passed on from their creator and murdered. ‘What should I get you?’ ‘Strawberry Margarita if they have them.’ Tiffany’s voice was trembling but obviously she was handling the situation better than Chris. She was already using words of more than one syllable, which was a good thing because her name had three. ‘I’m Tiffany by the way and you are?’ Fortunately for Chris he stillonly needed the one syllable that his misfiring brain cells could string together. ‘Chris.’ He took her hand. It was so soft but he didn’t really remember what to. Come here."Kim took John's hands in hers and lead him to the couch.She sat down facing him and spread her legs wide."Eat me John. Eat my cunt and make me cream all over your tongue."John was lost in Kim's spell and completely consumed with lust. Seeing her wet pink, hairless pussy spread wide for him, her sweet pussy juices dripping from her hole, her wonderful aroma wafting up to his nose.John dipped his nose into her slit and breathed in deeply. Kim smelled so sexy. His tongue quickly. Only the assholes. The nice ones are too intimidated. Or are too short. Damn these Scandinavian genes! It is 3am and I can’t sleep. Damn him for that too. I need to work tomorrow. I just should stop thinking about this, he isn’t worth it. I have to be up in 3 hours. I hate my job. I should just get out of San Francisco. It is not like I can’t be a bookstore barista anywhere. Thursday, July 7, 2011 There are good days and bad ones. This was a bad one. Work sucked. I was exhausted from no sleep.