Standing quickly, he motioned her to a chair as he shut the door to his office behind her. Emma could now feel her heart pounding as she sat primly on...the edge of her seat, waiting for the doctor to deliver the bad news.Dr. Goode looked at Emma as if unsure how to begin. "Just say it!" she thought as she felt the panic creeping into her. "Just say, Emma, you have a lump in your breast!" I'm not sure how to say this," he finally said. "But, you see, I'm working on a book about women and their. ” The eldest of the group looked down at her friend who had their face flat against the table, right next to an impressive collection of empty pint glasses.“I thought you were kidding … I have the worst luck.”“Ya think?” Their reply oozed with sarcasm before it was replaced by a bite of pizza.“Bitch.” She said, with a pathetic slur the word tumbling from her mouth in a rush of barely distinguishable syllables. Immediately, what was left of her sober mind made her come to a realisation as her. There was a knock on her door. In a sigh of annoyance, she stopped and prepared to answer the door. Just taking a step was enough to tell her walking was a terrible idea. She sat back down and quickly got back in position to play with her kitty. Within seconds she was moaning and stroking the fire into an almost audible roar of disastrous desire. 　　　　Juices began soaking through the thick fabric of her black panties. With a shudder, she ripped them aside and exposed her dark red throbbing labia. "And you, Chris?" Jeremy asks."Of course," dad says quietly."All three of you go that way," Jeremy says, ordering us off-stage. "Givethem a round of applause, everyone!"After being ushered off-stage to a round of applause, we spend a longtime talking to the advisors who will help us reconcile over the comingfew months. Grandpa Steven isn't as stubborn as he was on stage, but it'sclear there's a long way to go before he'll be as happy to accept me ashis granddaughter as either my parents or my.