What the fuck is Beatrix thinking? She has to fight the urge to just get up and storm out of the place, but that is before the singer of the band catc...es her attention.The singer sure looks the part of a lead singer. Her head is half shaven with long pink hair. She has torn jeans, a black tank top and a spiked belt that is heavy enough to weigh her pants down dangerously low on her hips. She struts around the stage, occasionally hiking the belt up so that she doesn’t give the crowd more of a. How about u " he said nervously then blushed "nothing much just bout to go and bask in the sun wanna join" I had said in an eager voice Darion looked at him then Ant said "if Darion joins" Darion looked and said "ok fine let me go change c’mon on we have to find swimming trunks" Ant was the first on down and I was outside in the back he came out and sat beside me and I looked at him and asked "can u lotion my back" he looked up so fast almost got whiplash and said "sh..Sh...Sure"I turned over. When I placed a finger at her entrance and parting the lips Wendy’s hips trashed and a leg flew high into the air, crashing into my kidney on the way back down. She was obvious to the pain she had rendered and after a few seconds so was I. That smell again of violets. She had bathed in it. Wendy’s legs were thick, strong and sweaty, hendering my hearing. As I lapped the violets I thought I heard an incoherent stream of praise. There…more…do it more…don’t stop..oh…oh.. Stimulated by the verbal. Slowly, Timothy shook his head, never losing eye contact with Claire. "I don't think that's a good idea. Maybe we need to forget what happened the other night." Can you forget? Have you forgotten, Timothy?" She challenged him."No," he answered honestly. "But I will. I'm not what you need and you can't live the life I must have." Why Timothy Burleson, I do believe, you are a snob." No, Claire. There are no comforts where I live, no housekeepers, no beauty parlors, and no country clubs. People.