I’ve got to win this one! As I rocketed past Pit Exit, I saw the yellow flash of a Jordan returning to the track. It must have been Takuma Sato, for...I had passed his teammate Fisichella coming into the Parabolica. I was just close enough that I could sense Michael Schumacher’s draft, but not nearly close enough to be able to make the pass entering the first chicane. It was indeed time to take a few more risks than usual. At the tight right-left Rettifilio Chicane, I did not drop down to. You might wonder why I'm writing about this now. Well, my 32nd birthday is coming up in two months, and she is planning quite the fuckfest. She has kept a log of ever guy she has never done anything sexual with; first it started as a cute high school teen girl thing. After awhile it became a source of pride, as she used the word "slut" as empowering. By my 18th birthday, I was already entirely emasculated -- she graduated having messed around with over 100 guys. Next month, she will fuck her. You never come out on top playing that game."Becca snorted and turned to face Marie, "What about you? You're under his thumb as much as I am." No way honey. I just like sex and I love living the good life. With Carl I get plenty of both. I know that one day I'm going to be history. When that day comes, I'll just take what he gives me and move on. Until then I'm just enjoying the ride. Carl pays well and he pays most of my expenses. I bank almost everything that I make for that rainy day ahead.. ” He glanced down at his open notebook. “You’re still only sixteen, right, Tiffany? We’d double check, but I’m afraid we have a duty to inform your legal guardians. That is your parents, right?”“But I can’t go home! They’re killing me!”It sounded dramatic, but Tiff sounded frantic. It sounded convincing.“Are you in danger?” the policeman who’d been speaking eased past me to stand beside Tiff, leaning back against the wall with her - beside her, rather than in front of her. It felt like the.