Jay didn’t give a fuck about Jasmine. None of them did. Well neither the fuck do I. Anger boiled in her stomach, rising throughout her chest and po...soning her limbs. Fisting her trembling free hand, she straightened her back. Inclined her chin. Then she beelined straight down the little hallway into the cloud of cigarette smoke and neon lights. “Thought you might have left,” the new girl said, tracing a finger around the lip of her glass. “Did I worry you?” Shaking her head, Jasmine grabbed. Put them in the bathroom. Then I'd take my weekend's worth of clothes out and hang the shirts in the closet. Stuff the drawers with jeans and a few changes of underwear.I sat on my bed. Four months had lapsed since my last being here. They say at sixteen time seems to hurtle by like a freight train. Close. It's more like a train without any freight. Faster. The room my father kept for me, wasn't mine. Or it was, but damned if it didn't feel more like a hotel room. I settle back against the. I really am not sure how many chapters are left, the end is really close but with all the dialogue it might make it past ten. Please feel free to comment and as always, happy reading. -WH ***** The realization that I will tell Ander everything scares me, I want the suffocating lies to finally be gone, for better or worse, but what if it is for worse? What if Ander becomes angry with me again? It truly hasn’t been that long since his anger ruled our relationship, this change is completely. She squirmed. It definitely was a tongue stroking up and down first the inside of one thigh and then the other. He was avoiding actually touching her pussy. Instead he licked her legs, tracing the creases where her bottom began, then worked down the back of her legs.A moan of protest from Jerry brought her attention back to him and she resumed sucking his cock. His hands were on her head now, just resting there, not making any attempt to push her down, but she could still feel the urgency in.