She always did know exactly what to say to get people to do what she wanted.Allyson’s face turned red with embarrassment. Barbie was right and she ...new it. Seeing now way out, Allyson replied, “Fine, you’re on!”For most of the next several months, I was the punch line of about every bad joke told at the school. Then almost overnight, everything changed. As Barbie had predicted, about the same time my braces came off, my acne cleared up. Not only that, but my figure was the envy of every. Then you just left." I'm sorry." Liar... but you will be."My lips meet hers in a harsh kiss and my mind explodes with incoherent ramblings, only focusing on one word: "TAKE".I feel a spark of heat as our kiss goes supernova. She wraps herself around me and again my mind screams "TAKE". She tears at the towel and I'm free. She guides me into her and cries out as I slam home inside her. Again, pressing deeper. She cries out again and she hides her face in the crook of my shoulder. I know I should. Felicity pulled into the parking lot for a seafood restaurant in Santa Clara. I studiously didn’t look around for a white Cadillac. It’s called being professional. I try it once in a while.We both went for scallops. Since I am Duty’s Bitch, I don’t even glance at the wine list.Felicity sat facing the door. I don’t like having my back to it, but she’d seen the driver. “She’s medium height. Latina. Think I should get my PI license?”“Maybe.”Fuck. That reminded me. I’m not licensed in California.. It was so subtle I never thought I would notice, but I did. Part of me wanted to break the bond, to point out that she was being manipulated by my abilities. Another part of me refused, and it supported its reasoning with Whisper's prior knowledge of how my ties with my other girls made things work and she still chose to do what she did.My abilities weren't through either. As I took in fine detail of Whisper's eyes, nose and lips from only inches away, I felt her press against me. A glance down.