Laura walked over to her car, a sporty red Eclipse. Why do these racy girls drive these hot red cars, as if I didn't know, Laura wondered. Randi's eye..., Laura was shocked to see, were glistening with tears."Hi," Laura said softly to her. "What are you doing here?"Randi sniffed. "She's a little young, don't you think?"Laura blushed, but it was dark, and she didn't think it showed. "She's older than she looks." She looks fifteen." Sixteen," Laura swallowed. "Did you come here to spy on me?" Isn't. Es wurde fest und klebrig und setzte sich in Fäden in meinem Schamhaar fest, die nur mit recht viel Seife zu entfernen waren. Manchmal übersah ich das und musste dann die trockenen verklebten Schamhaare abschneiden. Dadurch wurde ich mehr oder weniger automatisch auf die Idee gestoßen, meine Schamhaare zu rasieren, um diesem Problem zu entgehen. Zunächst stutzte ich sie nur etwas und rasierte mich komplett an den Hoden und dem Damm. Das machte das Säubern nach meinem regelmäßigen Abspritzen. Well, at least I can say "almost" never because the incident with the weed laced brownies I assure everyone was NOT my fault.When I was University, I was considered attractive enough to be pursued by both students and teachers alike. I hasten to add that I allowed several of them to catch up because I am not the virginal type at all. I tended to be a bit picky about which one I slept with so I didn't think I was particularly slutty. I knew other girls in the classes who were a lot more piggish. ’ He pulled out his wallet. ‘That’s not gonna do it. You didn’t do it. You didn’t rip her dress and bare her breast for anyone to see. Frank did that. He needs to pay. He’s sitting home putting a story together where I’m the bad guy. He was just being friendly and I went crazy. You bought that story. I don’t. He owes her a public apology and the money for a new dress. His money!’ Frank’s Dad was crying. He looked at his wife and said, ‘We need to go home.’ He turned back to me and said, ‘He’ll.