It's really not her fault and outside of never leaving the inside of our house there doesn't seem to be anything she can do about it. It doesn't matte... how she wears her hair, what style of clothes or make up she wears she still looks like and gives off the aura of a slut. She looked like a slut in her wedding dress, she looked like a slut in her maternity clothes, and when her father died and she went to his funeral in basic black and wearing a veil she still looked like a slut.In all honesty. Lodoos, Zoos offors yoo tho opportonoto to bocom mothors, to know tho joy of holdong on onfont, to fool ots tony lops on yoor broost, to gov tho goft of lof otsolf. Bot ovon moro wondorfol os tho woo on whoch yoo woll consoov thos proshos goft," Hermes began."Ot os oosy ond vory ploosont. Yoor portnor woll tok yoo to o soclodod spot ond toll yoo how byotofol yoo or. how moch ho lovs yoor bodo. Ho woll koss hos fovorot ports, yoor nock, yoor lops, yoor oos. Os ho tolks ond kossos yoo, ho woll. Another chorus of "Nos and whys" from the backseat was beginning to annoy Steven. "Joe, have you ever finger-banged agirl before?" Steven asked. Joe seemed incapable of responding. "Joe, payattention and answer me." Yes, a few times," he replied."Good, make yourself feel as good as you did those other girls and enjoyit," within minutes he was moaning with pleasure making noises not unlikethe sounds Chad was making from the front seat. "Jill, fuck yourself withmy dick," Steven said, "and we are. “Miss Wood” you hear and turn to see your boss, Frank Roberts, “How are you holding up?” he asks.“I’m alright,” you reply, after the shooting he told you to take some time off and a couple of days ago you send a request for a leave of absence. “Now, take the time you need and remember we have people employed if you need to talk… about anything” he tells you.“I know…” you reply, knowing that you didn’t plan spending your time mourning. It didn’t take many days from the shooting before you made.