I just smiled and lit a cigarette. She asked if I was there for the weekend. I said yes. I told her I was there to have fun with others. She looked at...me sideways and asked what I meant. I just flat out said I was going to excercise my bi side the whole weekend. She just looked at me like a deer in headlights. I told her I was bi and wanted to live out my sexual bi side the whole weekend. She just ok good luck with that. I finished my cigarette and stepped back inside. I had done a Craigslist. When you turned around you told me to look up and I did. I saw that you had the whip in your hand and I tried to contain my excitement. My inside started to boil and you ordered me up, so I stood. You told me I had been a bad girl and then you said to turn around and bend over with my hands on the bed and my legs spread. I did as commanded. I could feel the heat of your body when you moved behind me and with one yank you tore off my skirt that was barely covering anything to begin with. I. "Come on, baby, you gotta help me out," Leandra begged."I'm trying. Trust me," Darius whined.What neither one of them mentioned, but excruciatingly endured nonetheless, was the rotten oranges and days-old fish stench all dumpsters emit, no matter how empty or full they are.Almost at the point of gagging, Leandra unfastened her skirt and placed it over Darius' mouth. Darius took off his jersey and pressed it over Leandra's lips and nose.Even with all that preparation, they still failed to. Peanut butter and jam sandwiches ended up so overfilled they had the shape of an apple turnover, and would squirt their contents with the first bite. She could serve herself a bowl of cereal effortlessly, but I didn’t consider that a skill.I cherished her weaknesses like a miser his money. Her musical talent was so overwhelming, so impressive, I loved experimenting to discover her shortcomings. They rounded out her character, made her human; more like me.Flattening the veal, timing the smack of.