I know I should be scared and must quickly move away from her, but I just can't. Her beauty is mesmerizing, seeing a beauty like hers is like having a...glimpse of paradise. I moved upward and rested my chin on her chest, she started breathing normally again, but I can still see the sweat dripping from her forehead. I kissed her left bossom and gently massaged the other one. She threw her head backward and started to moan, the sound of her moan, it's more of a hum, a sweet erotic hum. I lifted. ”“That’s wassup,” he continued munching.“So, I have a question,” Lenny started.“Yeah,” he grunted grabbing another slice.“You said you been fucking boipussy for a long time, but you’re only eighteen. How old were you when you started.”“f******n,” he responded.“Young. How did it happen?”Martavious took a long sip of the vodka and cleared his throat. Then he began, “When I was twelve my mom went to prison and my dad was already locked up. My grandma got custody of me. Anyway, about the time I. "Well, where'd the little twit go?" Buck said."Maybe she's out with the horses, darling. I really shouldn't have neglected her when we got home, but I was so horny I could hardly think straight." Hogwash! She's a big girl. She doesn't need you baby- sitting her every second."They left the house and went out back, tip-toeing and wincing their way across the sandy, sun-sizzling ground until they stood in the cool shade of one of the stables. The wind carried the smell of dry grass and horses."I. ”“Is that why you’ve been writing your journal?” Dunbar asked from the doorway of the temporary shelter. He’d been off with the guard getting rid of von Stubbing’s body. Now he was back.“It’s one of the reasons,” I admitted willingly. “I really don’t know if I personally tell Ridgeway about Winslow, Quantum, and all of this. For all I know, it might be one of you who passes this information on to him. But I can’t be certain, so I’m writing everything down the way it happened, putting in every.