Perhaps Angela was simply pursuing payback.Jack. She sighed as she hugged herself, one hand combing a wave of her hair that cut over her shoulder to h...r chest. The boy likely knew by now, and had not contacted her. She knew why. The boy had told her of his father’s death, and of how much it had hurt him, how badly he had pulled into himself. No doubt he was afraid of doing such a thing to her. Or, perhaps, he was afraid of her, that she would shatter the now fragile state of his mind. She could. ‘Not a problem anytime’ I responded. As she passed me by I was hit with the sweet aroma of her perfume, which was enough to lustfully knock Mike Tyson out in his prime. I hadn’t paid much attention to her face being that she was behind me but I couldn’t help notice this hour glass shaped woman now strolling in front of me. I so wanted to rush ahead and see if the face of what I’ve already perceived to be a goddess of woman matched its heavenly shape and smell. But I didn’t, I kept my cool and. .not to mention, you've taken on the odd habit of wearing those gloves..."Eric groaned as squinched his eyes shut as the sound of a low rumbling, "RrrRrrrrrrrrrp!" filled the air."MIS-ter Laska! I should hope that you didn't..."Her words were cut off as Eric raised his right foot, and the tattered remains of the shoe that had been over it. Three huge blue and white fuzzy toes had burst through the topmost part of his shoe, two little pink circles poked through the white fur on the underside of. She looked so good walking in front of me naked and seeing her from behind as she crawled onto the bed. We lay back under the covers in the dim light of the lamp. We talked about prom and how nice it was to have the hotel room. We talked about our relationship and how far we had come. I asked her about Brett and what it was like giving him head in the gym and what she’d have done if they got caught. Listening to her talk about what she did to him and what he had done to her was making me more.