Cassie had a relieved look on her face. Thanks for the help, it said. Then she turned around and chased a squirrel. Cassie spent many happy hours in t...e back yard. She loved to lie in the sun. She also liked to jump in the snow drifts. She especially loved to bark at mailmen, cars, squirrels, neighbors, kids walking by, other dogs and, occasionally, breezes. She liked to bark too damn much. She annoyed neighbors, especially when she went out that last time at night. I had to perfect the quiet. Most guys simply just don't offer much to me. I grew up on rough streets, and learned to take care of myself. These pathetic pretty boys just don't do it for me."Something about her got me very hot. She was sexy, a tough girl, and hard to get, but I liked that. I liked being challenged. I felt my pussy getting really warm and wet, and I had to be careful not to get too over-excited. Of course, I just happened to wear a short skirt that day, so I pressed my thighs together to cover my. The back of my throat grew tight. My shoulders shuddered. I slid to a stop before my locker. I blinked my eyes, the tears almost spilling out as I spun the combination on my locker. Right 13. Left 51. Right 9.I ripped my locker open. I threw my purse in here before going to the school's pool. It swung on my shoulder as I kept running. I had to get away. Think. What was wrong with me? How could I betray Clint? Alicia must be freaking out. Pam must hate me. And Clint... I was his queen!I barreled. She was the most beautiful blonde-haired woman, I had ever seen with a breast size of 36D and she was only twenty. She had beautiful body to go with it and a matching arse, but her best feature was her feet. Her skin was like butter and she had a rose tattoo on her foot. She had the sexiest Russian accent to go with that rocking body; it would get you hard every time she spoke. She was working in a small clothes shop, (it does not matter which one). I walked into the store, and there she was.