What if all I needed was to suck one more dick? I am deeply depending on you to help me make sure I can accomplish this. If you see or think of some w...y I can become a dirtier slut or just a little bit of a nastier whore in any way I want you to make certain it will happen. I trust you to help make that happen for me Harold? When we went inside we were met at the door by a man that looked to be six and a half foot tall and must of weigh about three hundred pounds. He slapped Harold on the. " What about us?" About what we do when we're together."That didn't sound promising ... guess I'd heard "we can always be friends" often enough to be a cynic when I heard a girl say something like that.She guessed my thoughts. "Let me ask you a question, Pete ... remember you know a secret I don't want to ever get out, so you can trust me."I nodded."Do you masturbate a lot?"I colored, I'm sure. "Yeah, I guess I do." How often and how old were you when you started?" Ummmm..."She leaned over and. ”On the two or three previous times when I actually went with Sandy to meet Sam, she would walk ahead and I would trail a few steps behind. Today, though, she grabbed my hand and we walked together.It didn’t take long, perhaps 10 minutes, to walk across the rolling grass.The headstone, provided by the Veterans’ Administration, was simple:Samuel L. JonesMedal of HonorSSgt.IraqU.S.M.C.The dates of birth and death followed that, with the last line reading:Purple HeartNo mention of all the men he. The footsteps grew closer, until a cloaked figure stood before her. He drew back his hood to reveal that it was the man she believed was her sire. However, when she had stabbed him with the cure coated knife, he had revealed that it was someone else. She watched as he stood by the door to her cage, a smug smirk on his face.“So the traitorous bitch has awoken at last,” he said with anger and sarcasm dripping from every word. “How do you like your new accommodations? And your clothing, I am sure.