I like it, though. Otherwise, I'd have to call you Surfer Babe." This time she laughed. "'Surfer Babe?' That's the best you could do?" "I had to thi...k of something, and that was better than 'Hey, you.'" "Not by much." "Are you hungry?" I asked. My stomach rumbled. The sun was low in the sky but I didn't bother to check a watch; I'm not sure anyone had one to check. I hadn't even heard a cell phone ring since arriving. "I could eat." Her eyes raked over me and I got that shiver again.. It’s standard operating procedure in cases like yours – and as I was saying, academics are not your problem. The fact is, you’re not stupid. Your SAT scores were way above average, your high school record shows similar achievement, and the results from your first year here at the university confirm that you can not only handle college-level work, you could easily be one of the top students – if you applied yourself. “But you don’t, Robert, you don’t apply yourself, at least not to anything that. We started kissing and I led her back into the bedroom and laid her on the bed. I had the ties ready and started to tie her spread eagle to the bed and then blindfolded her. She didn't resist at all. She had a definite sub side to her and a few wine coolers helped.I got up to turn some music on and went into the front room. I put the tape recorder in the hall way. There was a few minute delay on the recording before the knocking would come on. I went back to the bedroom and started to. And Jenny was the golden goddess, the most desired of the desired. All bowed to her."I want this one," came the cracking pubescent voice. "Wow, she's got better tits than Ruby."The little monster, brown as a jungle savage, scampered on his hands and knees in the dust. Jenny saw his turquoise eyes glint in the sun like the gemstone eyes of a pagan idol. His white teeth flashed, and he panted like a dog and sat back on his heels grinning at her. He was filthy with sweat and the smell of hay and.