. When she saw the look on Linda's blue eyes, she really started to appreciate geography.Amy quickly realized that Linda was mad. And she knew that th... reason could only be her attitude a few hours before. Amy had been a bitch, she knew it. And Linda didn't like it.Well, now it was Linda's turn to be a bitch:"Hey, dyke," she raised her skirt, "do you like what you see?"Yes. Amy did like. What she was seeing. Because she hated what she was hearing."What do you want?"Linda said the truth:"I want. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't call for a gendarme," he blustered.Jacques pulled his butcher's knife from under his coat."It would be the last thing you would say before I cut your tongue out!"The pawnbroker saw from the look in the boy's cold grey eyes that he was quite prepared to do it."Just having a laugh young sir," he said and quickly passed over the locket.Jacques walked slowly back to the square examining the locket. The stone was as black as midnight and yet seemed to be lit. That thought was quickly eliminated from my mind on one fateful day. As I was rushing to the restroom one day, Micheal stoped me outside his office. "Micheal I'm really in a rush to the restroom right now." I told him. "Alright,"he said,"but hurry this is urgent." I Rushed into the restroom to handle my business, straightend my makeup, and hurried to his office. "Yes boss?" I asked in my most seductive voice(I was still trying to get him to fuck me). He instructed me to come closer to his desk. I reach over for a bottle of wine, open it and fill our glasses just as the title appears on the screen."The Fog." I love these types of movies, Tammy." Here's to the movie, Charisse." We clink our glasses together and take a sip."And to a wonderful evening, Tammy."We both curl up on the sofa. As the movie continues, one bottle of wine is empty and I open the other. We eat all the snacks and have moved unconsciously next to each other on the center of the sofa. At one particular scene, Charisse.