She wore Daisy Duke cut-offs and high heels and carried a leopard skin handbag. Her once-gorgeous hair looked a little greasy and needed trimming. But...it was her once-angelic face that drew my eye. It was worn and tired, carried too much makeup. I knew that look, the half-lidded eyes and the slack-jaw expression. I didn't need to see the marks in her arm to know that she was a d**gged-out whore.Carla Dawes. Crack whore. I almost laughed at the irony.I couldn't help myself. I pulled up to the. "Jill shuddered when she realised that Tim dressing a child went fardeeper than she had imagined. He was a transvestite and Jill felt ahumiliating chill run threw her as she was mentally assailed by all thenegative imagery she had seen and read in the tabloids. Yet Jill couldnot deny that his kink turned her on, or that she was looking forward tofinding out how just how far Tim's transvestite side went. Mixed in witherotic feelings of embarrassed glee she felt about enjoying his cross-dressing. Ryan. I wanted to run the other way, my stomach turning even more than it had been a minute ago. How could my brother and sister be making out with one another? They had to be drunk and not realize what they were doing, that was the only reasonable explanation for what I was watching this very moment. I leaned in against the wall, holding my head out just enough to see what was happening but hopefully not enough for them to see me should either one of them turn their heads. Ryan pressed his. "I'll show you who's boss!" She slammed Mesila backward, but the younger Filipina had got her left shoe off.Gemmalyn grabbed Mesila by her short hair with both hands, raised her hand, and slammed it down onto the floor. Mesila yelped with pain, but quickly socked Gemmalyn hard in the stomach with her right fist. Gemmalyn let out a whoosh, as the air rushed out of her, and her grip went slack. Mesila reared up and head-butted Gemmalyn right in the forehead, and Gemmalyn went tumbling.