Brit moved her hands down to Monica's butt and directed the Latin woman over to the counter."You have such a wonderful Arse." Brit said smiling, "Look...at me, look me in the eyes and tell me you're not ready for this."Monica opened her eyes and looked into Brits, she tried to speak the words, to tell Brit she was not ready but she couldn't, "Ohh Brit what are you doing to me?" Monica whimpered she had never felt so open to another person sexually. She usually felt in control, but with Brit she. Her eyes were hazel but mostly green. Her skin was always perfect... and Tori admired her so. But the admiration went deeper than just her looks... it was Sams confidence and outgoing personality that Tori longed to somehow gain in her own life. If not for this admiration, Tori probably wouldn't be doing this crazy thing. Tori gazed solemnly at herself in Sams vanity mirror. Her brown hair fell around her face in a short wispy cut. Her brown eyes looked down at her average body. She barely had. .. well, not resting in their beds. Out of nowhere, the city and the entire rest of the Motherland was flooded by a wave of question marks. Everybody was hit. Everyone's hair turned blonde, their bodies took on the forms of Playboy centerfolds, and blank thoughtless brains filled their heads. The power went out, as there was no one smart enough to run the stations, and the word "like" could be heard echoing through the streets throughout the land. These brainless blondes were happy, though. The lame excuses didn't cut it. After all who did he think he was dealing with, some high school bimbo?She should have dumped him much sooner. She was 23 and her now ex-boyfriend was a couple of years younger, he had suited her needs, sexually that is. Though now, as she walked the mile or two to her dad's house, after she demanded to be let out of his car, she was able to admit to herself what she had felt all along. He really was too immature for her, too inconsiderate and as he had just.