"I want you on the first bus out of town, after you graduate. I want to make your life a living hell until then. And I expect your full cooperation in...every evil thing I plan on doing to you." So my options came down to this: I could leave the farm, go to my girlfriend's, and do whatever she wanted in return for getting my clothes back. Then, I would either have to live in the woods, or stay with her and endure whatever evil stuff she came up with. Or I could obey Karl for the next two weeks.. ”“He’s smart as a whip. He takes after his dad more than me.”“His dad?”“Jim is an engineer and a pretty good one. He’s in Montreal working on some project. I discovered I was pregnant and wanted to share the news with him. That’s the kind of news that should be delivered in person and not over the telephone,” Sharon said.“I can understand that.”“I thought we would fly out and visit with him a little. We’d have a nice dinner out somewhere as a family and, once Jimmy went to bed, Jim and I would. The Emir himself had used her mouth definitely, but he had not come; she was almost certain that he had not used her cunt. The two men she had never seen before had taken her any which way they wanted and had come whenever and wherever they felt like it. It was horrible.Her cunt was sore and her arse still felt well-used. A terrible hangover made her think that there was more than scent in the smoke that had been in the bedroom last night. Seeking out the Princess Zubeydeh who was the Emir's. Or come back if you'd rather. When I've had my shower, I'll tell you what's really coming down." "I think I'll stay," Brad said. "Something tells me this is worth waiting for." "Well maybe, but we'll see." Ashley selected undergarments from a drawer and disappeared into the bathroom. Brad thumbed through a Cosmopolitan he found next to the bed. He found a feature entitled 'Bad Boys' and began reading. A towel and a man's shirt were among the suggestions for attire. Flirting with his friends was.