If I couldn’t find a reason to punish him, I was planning to make one up. Who would his dad believe? Him or me? This kid was about to get a lesson i... messing with the wrong bitch.Or so I thought.“I’ve already taken pictures of each page with my cell phone. I have an OCR program that converts your handwriting to text. I’ll be uploading choice excerpts from your diary to some website you like. I think you call it Storiesonline? If I want to get premium access, I have to submit stories. I am sure. “Hello,” I said. “The computer?” she asked, returning her attention to the document. “Yes, I was told that the hard disk had failed.” “So it seems,” the woman muttered, then tucked a lock of her long black hair behind her ear. “Can I look at it?” “Oh, sure,” she smiled even more formally, and didn’t even look at me this time. It took me about a minute to come to the conclusion that the computer has a serious problem. “I have to take it with me.” “Pardon?” her green eyes were staring at. His arms were crossed and he had a dark grin.“Well now, isn’t this a curious twist?” he said to himself before disappearing once again.Selene and Molly were sitting on a bench in the park, enjoying the late-spring sunlight. Deep in the background, the sounds of chanting protestors and honking cars could be heard in the city, but the park itself was almost completely tranquil. The island in the pavement sea was bustling with people, all trying to enjoy the nice weather before it rose into the. The talon fingers of Madison were caressing the bulbous head forming a fist, gently wanking down his shaft. In only a matter of minutes the couple had been plunged into a shocking crazy half-life. It was mid afternoon kids playing on the street the sun beaming through gaps in the drapes. But in this room the walls felt as black and as claustrophobic as a pit. Mr B put his hand on Nicoles shoulder and for the first time since meeting she felt sternness in his actions as he pushed her down.