Somehow, one night, our conversation turned to sex. i can't really recall what the actual topic was but i somehow dared her to come over and give me a...blowjob. she said, "you just wait there. i'll come over and answer that dare." i was smiling and in my mind i told myself "nah, it wont happen". since its almost 2am and i was pretty worn out from the morning pyshio session, i decided to sleep.i was awakened by the sound of an opened door. i thought its just the nurse getting my vitals on hourly. Nobody got too drunk (cops or no, booze and dope got inside easy) and it was easy to sneak out and light up a joint or two. No, the problem occurred when I told Bobby that after the prom we could go back to my place, since my parents were going to be out late. Loud-mouth Bobby mentioned it to his asshole friend Jack Torrance. I told Bobby to shut up, since it was just a private time for us, and he apologized, but it was too late. Torrance told his date, who told a friend, who told a friend, who. . Hhhaaa …. Uuummm …Dadu ye bat sunte hi mano use ghod sawari ka licence mil gaya ho…. Ekdum se apne kamar ko uchhal uchhal ke didi ke kulhe me hathoda jaise pitne lage. Is kamjor haddi se usdin ye takat kisi ajube se kam nah thi, usse aj chudai ke liye kisi lathi ki jarurat nahi padi. Apne muh ko didi ke sine me dabaye didi ki chut ki dhajjiyan uda rahe the wo.Didi—- ughh …… Ugh …… Mmm … Mmhhh ….. Aahh … Aah ….. Ssshh …. Ha … Ha … Aiiii …..Didi me ab dard nahi tha, balki wo ab niche se dhakke. It was too late for that now. Getting the wig right had taken her a quarter of an hour and repacking the getaway outfit longer. She was no longer Lindzi the Dom. She was now the character she called the skank, a character she hadn’t even thought to give a proper name yet. The brunette wig was swapped for a long black wig with purple streaks. The skank carefully packed the brown wig back into the tube. She could always shoplift another pantsuit: Nordstrom had racks of them. Stealing a made to.