Maybe there was hope.Susan thought franticly for a moment then softly asked, "Isn't there some way for all of us to stay here?"Bill's mind flashed bac... to the morning. He thought about what Mandy and Beth looked like in their night gowns and what they must have thought of him standing there with his morning woody for all to see, covered though it was. He blushed and gave a defeated sigh shaking his head."I don't think that would be a good idea," Bill said shaking his head again. His voice. O.b. bastard faggotty, or closet-faggot preacher-man had cussed me out within that being of the atmosphere for the premises of properties for that being of a public facility of a nigga, or nigger church that he himself presides over whereas from there I myself haven't felt that being of the same ever since, & as he himself had cussed me out for that being of the last part of last year, imagine that, & so now I myself just really go to church as of the present given moment in time so that I can,. "Now do either what I say or I will make you a slave, a real slave and fuck you long and hard." No" she screamed and tried to bite me again. I held Angela down and kissed her cleavage as she struggled. I ripped off all her cloths, starting with her T-shirt and tore it off, ripped off her bra and skirt, her panties just came away when I pulled them. Angela is a Goth but a slut, the school slut till she was kicked out. I always hated all those guys fucking my sister and all those stories about. It turns me on just the thought of you sitting only two feet behind me, hearing me and sensing my every move but neither of us being able to do anything about it. So much friction, undeniable tension.You are wearing blue today. It makes your dark features pop. Button-up shirt, chest hair leaping from the top, with grey dress pants. I like this look, the oh so official and administrative side of you. But I remember last night also when you wore sneakers, shorts and a t-shirt. Casual and free. I.