“Yes ma’am.” John nodded“And why would they do that?” She pushed her glasses back.“Because of my…” John muttered, and looked over at M.... Styles.“Go on.” She insisted“Because of my penis size.” John frowned.“I find that a little hard to swallow. Pardon the pun.” Ms. Pierson mused; he thought he heard Ms. Styles let out a little laugh at her comment. “It’s true.” John said shyly.“Well you know what they say Mister Lovecraft. Seeing is believing. Why don’t you show us this cock that the girls were. No, no, no her mind screamed as she sat staring at the rose. How does he know where I work? Who is he? She considered reporting the matter, but then????.what would she say? Should she admit to being raped nearly 2 months ago and keeping quiet about it? She had no proof????.the marks were all gone from her body, there was no sign of breaking and entering?????and if she didn’t say that?????well a black rose on her comp? No one would take that seriously. Should she wait to be raped and then report. "It's in the carafe,I even put some sugar and lemon in it,just the way you like it." I said,then leaned over to nuzzle his neck. Which sent him into a fit of giggles.We were back upstairs,tea in hand,sitting on my bed and watching some hentai porn on my computer,when Bobby asked "Mark? Do You remember the first time We did it?"I muted the volume on the movie and set the computer off to the side."How can I forget something like that,Bobby?" I don't know. I just thought...well. I kind of forgot.. I should go.’ ‘Okay, call me when you can. I miss you already.’ Even to his own ears, Gabe thought he sounded like a puppy on a leash. Samantha breathed deeply, ‘I miss you too. Take it easy with Marcus please, I like him. I’ll call you soon.’ After they hung up, Gabe checked the rearview mirror and couldn’t wipe the smile from his face. He had wanted to tell her he loved her just then, but couldn’t muster the words. His feelings for her were so apparent he couldn’t understand why the reality.