She threw the cucumber at her mom who failed to catch it, letting it hit her right boob. You could feel the hatred in her voice, "Let's see you fuck t...at one."I admit I was taken by surprise, and so when Brenda looked to me, I had nothing. I don't think I would have gone against Beth on this regardless, given what I had discovered in the last hour. When Brenda looked to Beth for mercy, she saw none, so she slowly pulled down her shorts and lay back on the bed. With her legs spread wide, she. His tone was clipped, distant, wary but his heart skipped a beat when he looked at her. ‘I mean, I’m sorry for being a bitch earlier… You wouldn’t understand. Can we start over again? Hi. I’m Laurie, thank you for saving me, and thank you for… well for everything. John right?’ ‘Nice to meet ya Laurie. Yeah John.’ John looked at her with the wariness of an injured cat. For the first time, Laurie saw the vulnerability in John’s eyes, the hurt. Everyone has a hidden story. ‘Ya running to something. She twisted her upper body back so that her shoulder blades were against the mattress and her large firm breasts were thrust upward invitingly. Above her on the iron bedpost the little black bag hung, swinging gently as she moved. She dreamed of the little shop and her visit in the midday heat. She dreamed of the Hoodoo Palace. The little black bag had been sealed in clear polythene and stapled to a small square of cardboard. The board was dark brown and covered in a mass of white letters; the. “Would you like to feel it?” “Ohhhhhh no…that’s okay,” she replied. “Are you sure,” he asked. She stared at it. She was shaking her head but staring at its size. You knew she was seriously considering touching it. It was only a matter of time. He smiled and decided to reach out and take hold of her hand, gently. “What…what are you doing?” she said. “Showing you that it won’t bite,” he told her. “It’s okay…just feel it with the tips of your fingers. It’ll be okay.” Hesitating some, she carefully.