Yet when I tell Sel about these problems, shejust rolls her eyes and sighs.Regardless, Matt was right with his "perfect pair" theory: we were waydiffe...ent, personality-wise. Selina was an aggressive go-getter, fittingfor someone who was going to spend the rest of her life pushing aroundbig, tough guys for a living. As for me, I tended to be self-consciousand introverted. It's a big part of why I got into reading and writing,to which some would add "despite my looks."I had finally managed to get. This is so cool!”“Any particular tumbler pattern you want me to try?”“Uh ... No, pick anything,” Mark said in a gasp as he ran up the stairs two at a time. Then he slowed down a bit, deciding he had to pace himself. “It’s not the tumbler pattern. It’s the order of the zones that’s important. Emily! Aggie! Aggie, can you call out the carriage numbers as the doors open? And Emily, can you record them? The floor numbers too if you want Aggie; but it’s the carriage numbers that are critical.”“Sure,. " I'm Rachel," the brunette said."Hi. I'm Jenni." She tilted her head. "What do you mean Val never talks about me? Do you know him?"Rachel smiled. "He's friends with my boyfriend, Zane, so I see him sometimes. He's asked me some questions about what girls like and stuff like that, but he always clams up when I ask him who he's seeing. All he ever says it that it is a secret."Jenni's smile froze. She couldn't think about knowing that Val not only asked advice about what she did and did not like,. By the time he was on his last five girls, he was whimpering nonstop, as if he were being whipped. One by one, boys had been dropping down behind the girls the dog had just fucked and had stuffed their rampant pricks up the girl's assholes or cunts. Now, a dozen girls and boys were coupled, the girls on their hands and knees like bitches, the boys fucking them like stud dogs. As Romeo mounted the last girl in line, the boy who had been tending the dog let go, allowing the dog to fuck freely..