‘Shut up, you loser, so I can kick your ass in some NFS!’ Danny replied. **** That night Danny Sinclair went to bed thinking about what Nathan had...told him about the girl in the Arcade today. The truth is he had been thinking about her all day, what it was about her that got to him. She wasn’t magazine pretty and she didn’t even seem that interesting, but still Danny couldn’t shake the feeling that he had to know her. He didn’t understand it she was short and on the chubbier side, she had a. "So, this is your fiancee, Christi, the famous torture mouse." MMMMMuuuuuuffffffff." Do you like the 'candy' I brought you, torture mouse?"Christi shook her head "yes." Kathy could see beads of sweat rolling down her face in the flickering light."That's good," the voice smiled. "I've brought some sharpened knitting needles to skewer your breasts with later." OOOOhhhhhhh, goooooooooooodddddtttthhhhhhhhh!!!!!!" Michael," Kathy pleaded, "won't you let me see you?"There was no reply. Instead, she. We headed out to his car, a shiny black two door something or other, I didn’t really know cars, but it was certainly pretty. He paused to open my door for me and I got in, admiring his considerate actions and liking the tone of the evening thus far. He closed the door and walked towards the driver’s seat. I buckled my seat-belt and glanced around at the meticulously tidy car and looked at him with a smile as he got in. ‘What?’ He said, a half-smile on his face as he looked at me questioningly.. I looked aghast at the reflection, I didn’t recognise the woman in the mirror. She had perfectly straight shoulder-length hair and a perfectly straight fringe which fell to just over her eyebrows. It was the kind of hair that could sway freely and you could keep it out of the way by tucking it behind your ears. After Philip gave it a brief brush I got up and looked at myself. It was no longer me. I really was becoming Samantha and if I could have I would have fucked myself there and then. And.