For three weeks I was so careful when I wanked I was starting to manage without having one, I had stopped thinking about the girl in my class, she was...going out with a lad from the year above us, and he wasn’t one to mess with. Half term was coming up, I knew I would be home alone, but this didn’t bother me, because I would probable be off fishing, or just hanging about the RSPB centre. On the Monday morning mom looked in on me and asked what I had planned, “Don’t know, I’ll see when I get up”. Natasha has taken Mr. Kopolova's original company on in leaps and bounds and apart from board meetings, her father no longer involves himself. Petra's role has changed as she no longer needs act as a buffer. Natasha is now all charm at work and everyone loves her. At least that is what she tells me. The truth is that she is a very capable businesswoman who is very much an iron fist in a velvet glove. Loved? I don't think so, but who loves their boss. She is however respected and that counts for. My body, I've been told, is to die for. Narrow waist, wide hips that support a gorgeously plump ass, and long, long legs that end in cute, petite feet and toes that are perfect for high heels.I stepped out of the bathroom and sat on the worn, faded sheets. I had been on so many assignments since I joined this station that I nearly forgot what country I was in. I slipped my new, dark stockings over my legs first as I heard a taxi blare outside. I stood up, and pulled my tasteful black skirt up. The camera panned to a 'Woman’ in an all enveloping robe giving a thumbs up while holding a mobile phone. The footage changed to a TV channel, “Fortunately no one was hurt,” the announcer said over footage of the man being stretchered away with his head missing.“Is goot ja?” someone commented“Only if YouTube show it.”“Could go Viral.”“Cunts in a line is next, twelve fuckers going up in sequence,” Miller announced.Twelve suicide bombers, explosive vested with extra semtex up their asses walk.