''Why do you hate me so much?' I said.'I don't hate you. I love you.''Liar. Look what you just did to me.''Oh God! The blood . . .' he said, jumping u... and dabbing my thighs with atissue.I went home and cried all night. My mother knewsomething was wrong but she couldn't worm it out of me.Despite my horror at what had happened, Icouldn't stop touching myself all that week. I was becoming an expert atorgasms. The trouble was that, every time I had one, I felt empty andunsatisfied. My vagina. ‘Well, let's start with… oh I don't know, Talespin, Ducktales, Rescue Rangers…’ ‘What!?’ Oh shit… she knows, those were code names I had chosen for my dirty dealings… ‘Oh let's not be bashful, you were really good and I mean it's really good $250.000 plus stolen from my fathers company, or rather the companies we do the accounts for. ‘What are you on about? .. are you accusing me of fraud Leanne?’ I reverted to a school tactic of denying all even when you're caught. ‘Ok Adam let me walk you. The drive turned out to be a nice time where we got to know each other. Each of us took turns talking about our background and jobs. I talked about the real estate market, Kyle described what he did regarding investments and trust management, Mindy described her small chain of boutiques for western clothes named Mindy’s, and Jess detailed her work at Googleplex – the headquarters of Google; she was a techie and loved her work.After our arrival, I gave a tour of the house and as we stood on an. She walked away over to the bed, her bottom moving deliciously, his tool now very hard in his hand, then she bent over to dry her legs wow! Nirvana! ... her pubes appeared between her cheeks, the dark slit of her entrance below the small pink puckered hole, and then with that image he exploded, his spunk squirting up against the wall, an ecstatic grimace on his face.In life nothing stays the same for long and one day Rachel’s father received a phone call summoning him back to attend to the.