Perfection. That's all I thought about his face. Carved from the purest marble and breathed to life. Dark, curly hair hung low on his forehead with hi...h, arched brows that accentuated deep, dark, soulful eyes. Those eyes danced with humor and hidden deep inside, something indefinable exactly; but sad came closest to describing it."Like a marble statue?"I shook my head from my musings. "What?" He smiled at me again and stepped back out of my touch. For a split second, I felt bereft, as if I'd. I eased between Ashley's thighs. "What are you doing" she yelled. "Quiet down and do as you are ordered. My hands began fondling her ass. My hands slipped between her cheeks moving toward her anus."Please not there, that will hurt." My finger reached her anus and Kelly cringed in fear as it began to enter her."Relax your ass and let me have my way."My finger was dry and it hurt as it entered her. I pushed deeper into her rectum,"OOOWWW, that hurts, you're pushing too hard." I pushed hard and my. The timeline was diverted andthe two were paying the price: Amy for her stubborn obstinance; John forhis arrogance.For her stubborn behavior, Amy was dealt a hand similar to that ofSisyphus. She was placed upon life's treadmill: forever struggling tomake ends meet; forever struggling to find her way in the world. Ever-seeking her true path, never finding it. Perpetually confused anddisillusioned, she was now trapped by life's circumstances.John, on the other hand, paid dearly for his. One of them would also have to join him in flight school. He was going to buy a jet for himself when Cyrus’ people returned his wealth to him, and he’d need a copilot. He was daydreaming of which airplane to buy, when Helena came in the door. She was wearing nothing, just like the rest of the girls. They had insisted on buying some skimpy, string bikinis, but they never wore them. They said they didn’t want tan lines, and they insisted that no one was going to see them on their private beach..