Also note the 'clever' name. N. Dowd to Endowed. Oh, so funny."Now, tell me, are you in charge here?" she asked arrogantly."Well, more or less." Excel...ent. First, I need many more robot slaves, then we shall discuss taking over the local government and working our way up." Uhh ... no." What? Look upon me and do as I say!"I think I smiled a little as I shook my head."What is going on..." She looked down at her mighty endowments and scowled. "Turn on, damn you!"She started slapping her own. Then she looked at Mark. Then she looked back at me. Then, with just a hint of a grin, she said “Thanks. I’d like that.”---------Mark was in an armchair, rolling the second joint since we had arrived back at my place. Anesha and I were lounging on the couch, her long legs d****d across mine. For the first time, conversation had gone into a lull. We listened to the gravelly old dirty blues CD I’d thrown on. I looked at Anesha. “I just can’t deal with how beautiful you are.” She didn’t reply,. He said that Lyndsay has been tagged is this true?”“Yes, mother got her tagged two months before she turned sixteen to make sure it had taken. She had found Lindsay lip-locked with her boyfriend and her hand down his pants. Lyndsay said they didn’t do the deed and mother got her to promise she would wait until it was at least legal for her to do so. All though She didn’t wait a day longer.”Justin smiled at Adison, “So it seems that our siblings are as promiscuous as each other. Well, I suppose. And what better place than a locker room? The first time I snuck in, I'll never forget. I was looking for somebody specific's locker. We were friends, not great friends but decent enough that we'd talked a few times, had class together, etc. She had the most perfect feet I'd ever seen in my life..and I knew I had to have them somehow. I couldn't tell her, or anybody, it would've trashed my reputation.. So I set out to find her locker first. After a few minutes of searching, I saw it. My fingers.