It was Mom’s turn to be, um, maneuvered into catering my whims. A week after I got the car (something Mom still didn’t entirely approve of, and sh... was still kinda pissed at Dad for going around her), I decided to try to curtail her nagging about my room. I mean, it was supposed to be my own private space, right? I didn’t see why she should be always raising a stink about my bed not being made, a cluttered desk or a few clothes dropped on the floor. If she didn’t like it, all she had to do was. None."Now a human, descendent of Eowyn and Faramir, has come to live among us. She has magic, bubbling forth like a fountain."My wife complains about how she is protected -- Lady I. has everyone in my realm on watch to keep her safe."She came amongst us when she was twelve. The Rohirrim thought she should see the Shimmering Caverns, as they are protected by Helm's Deep, their stark fortress. She told us that she could see the future, and proved it many times over. She told us that she had told. “No one said taking good pictures was easy! You have it better than your dad, since film is more forgiving now.”“What do you mean?”“Some film is very sensitive to exposure, so if you’re off by more than a stop, the picture will be poor. Nowadays, they can push the development more, as they call it, and you don’t have to worry about being as exact. If you’re moderately close, the picture should turn out. That doesn’t mean you don’t have to think about everything you do, though.”I sat and. ” With one smooth pull, she yanked all the clothes pins off the bound girl. Her muffled screams filled the room. I could hear her crying and sobbing through her gag. The biker girl who had pulled the clothes pins off then looked at me and said, “Your turn next, if you don’t cooperate bitch.”The lead biker girl then grabbed my head and forced me to look at her. “I’m gonna explain this to once, so listen up. My friends and I need a pussy eatin’ bitch to service us whenever we want. Miss goody-two.