The inside of my head was killing me. A month ago I had been straight, if not in practice then in thinking, with the occasional flash of desire for an...ther boy. Six months ago I had been perfectly normal, a totally typical teenager, my fast paced life desired by others. I wanted Maxie more and more, and that scared me. He was completely beautiful, undeniably gorgeous, and wanting to look at him and touch him occupied most of my waking thoughts. My subconscious had other ideas. If I looked at. Not finding anything of interest to look at in the magazines, Robert glanced up at the wall opposite of where he and his wife sat, and in fancy stenciled lettering were three words writ large, and in flowing script:ADAPT! ADJUST! ACCEPT!!He felt his wife nudge him with her arm, and he glanced over at her. She was smiling faintly. He smiled back at her."How are you doing?" She asked."I'm good!" He replied, with a fair amount of honesty.Robert looked down at his wife's obviously pregnant belly,. Any way lets get to the incident.My aunt had given birth to a daughter 4 months back and I did not see the daughter since its birth and my uncle and my father along with my mother had gone to the funeral of one of the closest friend to a nearby town so they told that they would be back next day evening so my uncle said me to be with my aunty so that I could help her So I reached her home in the morning itself so that I could spend more time so when I rang the bell my aunty came and opened with. .. You give me that young pussy.” “Mr. Bagwell... Honest question. Really? Do you think I’m a slut? Do you think I'm a fuck doll? Do you? Honestly," Ashley said.“Well...”“Don’t answer that,” Ashley retorted, feeling various eyes on her.“Let me sweeten the deal...”Ashley sighed.“Go on, sir.”“These are my clients for a big case coming up. If you scratch our back, I will scratch yours. You’ll be my special assistant for this case,” Marcus Bagwell said. “So, you asked did I think you were a slut?.