My nipples are sensitive; I can bring myself to orgasm just by tweaking them in the right way. I gaze meaningfully into Mr. Glass' eyes and make a sh...w of my swaying, undulating boobs. He seems unmoved. Mr. Craven, however, is ready to cum in his pants. "This is part of your act, Cherry," the tall man says. "Pardon me, sir?" "You trade off of your youthful appearance, presenting yourself as a naive high-school girl." "I used to be like that, sir, the pretty, popular girl, the "nice" girl.". "So what's this big secret? You're a mass murderer? Child molester? Remember I'm no longer a child so that doesn't count. A thief? Stole the crown jewels from your father? Are you married? That's it! You're married or you have a boyfriend and you're just now telling me." No, no, no and no," she said sounding exasperated. "Would you be quiet for a moment? I will tell you if you will let me speak." Fine!" he said nodding. "Out with it." I was to be culled," she said and held her breath while. " You'll never get her on a stage," Allie said, shaking her head."She told me that too." You should talk to Bambi."Bambi? There was no Bambi in our school. I'd know. I'd had fantasies about that name ever since I accidentally ran across Bambi-Model dot Com. Pure accident. Bambi was a little younger than me, with long brown hair just like Tami. And Bambi just seemed to be a name that screamed sexpot."Bambi?"Allie giggled. "Diana. Diana Coleson. Bambi's her nickname."I knew Diana. Or knew who she. "Is there anything I can do?" I finally asked. "Is there anything anyone cando?"She shook her head sadly. "I've been through years of therapy, and triedevery anti-depressant they've got. Sometimes it helps for a little while, butthe underlying problem remains." She paused. "Now I've got another problem." What's that?" I asked, feeling both hopeful and fearful."I'm falling in love with you, and at the same time, I'm scared to death ofyou. Ohhh, damn, oh damn it! If only you really were a.