Still won’t say a thing. All she says is trust me. So it’s ten o clock at night she got on this sexy ass dress and she about to leave afte... texting for about fifteen minutes. I say “ok”.This ass sexy chick of mine just kicks me out of her car, leaves me on a corner, and the last thing she tells me to do is trust her. It was a nice night out, not bad, but the fact she couldn’t even drop me off at home made me feel some type way. So I walked about 20 mins, a good. We slid past one another, face-to-face, lightly brushing. I started on his back, taking care to soap him well, especially the crack between his cheeks. When done, I turned him to face me, the water spraying on his back and soaped his chest and down each arm, I watched the soap wash off as quickly as I applied it, the suds trailing down his stomach and collecting on the hair on his groin. I dropped the wash cloth and poured some shampoo in my hands. I reached up and washed his hair, looking. But I was charged and, given my record, it wouldhave been all too easy to assume I was guilty. Of course, I couldn'tremember any of it. Even if I could, who would have believed me? It'snot as if my previous behaviour was stellar."If someone had suspected what was going on they might have been able toprove I had been drugged and framed but my record wasn't too good, to becharitable about myself." Then it was a huge bonus for Simmonds when my father died suddenly andeven more, when I simply. I get lots of people just like you. Don't worry I can fix you up," he advised me."Very cool," I replied as I killed the connection. I really lucked out there, I thought.When Wilma and Shawn were in the parking lot, she called me. I rushed down to meet them. "Shawn this is Lucy. She is a new friend of mine." Hello Shawn," I said."Hello Lucy, you are really skinny," he said being brutally honest."Yes I am Shawn," I said it smiling. I enjoyed seeing the look of panic on Wilma's face. "And you are.