I was notin the mood to be played with at the moment. I got a small smack to mybutt, which made me jump up. "What is wrong with you? They only leaveme...in this room and it's boring, so I might as well as get as muchsleep as I can." I stopped in the middle of my temper tantrum to noticetwo distinct things. Number 1, I was not in the room I had been inearlier. This room had oaken walls, with a nice female ambiance aboutit. It also smelled slightly like perfume. The second thing that caughtmy. .my girlfriends body!" i grab hold of your upper arms holding them tight "so dont fucking pull that bullshit on me, that only i please you anymore!" something seems to snap in my mind as i register that your wearing my shirt "and still you walk around in my clothes, in my house...proving i've wasted my time thinking you loved me" i let go of one arm to grab a fistful of my shirt handing loose on you, tearing it at the collar from the force, exposing some of your cleavageNaomi says:My whole body. They were on a drop cloth in an old high school gym. Paint was everywhere. It was on the drop cloth, on the ladders, but mostly on them. Angie had tubes of art paint in each hand. Gretchen had just given up her brush and had grabbed the whole bucket of house paint. Before the inevitable happened… ‘Cut. Girls this isn’t supposed to be about paint fights. This is supposed to be about SEX. And don’t make such a big mess to clean up.’ The camera pans across to a young Hispanic man, hiding in the. “But you're brother and sister! That's just... just...”“What's wrong with that, Kelly? Your older brother is pretty hot,” said Dani. “I would fuck him if I had half a chance.”“You're disgusting,” said Kelly. “I'm going to tell your parents.”“Go ahead,” I told her.“Wait!” said Dani. “We can't let her do that.”“Why not, sweety?”“You call you sister 'sweety'?” asked Kelly. “You are just disgusting.”“I know,” complained Dani. “He acts like we're married or something. Sad, huh?”“Pitiful,” said.