She’s one fucking sweet birthday gift.”“Good. She’s damn-all use in the office, so I’m glad she makes a decent fuck-slut.”“That she does... God, I love it when a posh girl moans like a whore.”Clarissa’s attempted protests were knocked out of her by his forceful cock-thrusts. She wanted to rail against the indignities being heaped on her, but there were considerations more urgent; like Josh’s great ridged column sliding tight against her inner walls, the smack of his balls on her ass each time he. As I contemplated my gruesome end the phone rang. I didnt own a cell, so ran out to answer it since Dad couldnt be bothered to walk five feet. It was probably for me or Mom anyway, but it turned out to be Becky. Did you get your SAT results? I wanted to be happy to talk with her, but she had to start with the test. I dont want to talk about it. Really? she asked concerned. That bad? I got a thirteen twenty-two! My heart sank. Why was Becky so amazing at everything? Beautiful, smart, witty,. .. CAT... UNCLE," Amelie ordered, scowling in heavily accented English."Well, sweetie, Amelie then," I responded, my sarcasm perhaps outside the grasp of her perception, "Welcome to the greatest country in the world, the United States of America — your new home!" Ah oui, home of the beeg Mac, George Bush and the whooper," my sneering niece answered.'Jesus, ' I thought, silently appraising the beautiful, young woman in front of me, 'I wonder how long it will take me before I have that haughty. I like not having to be the center of attention allthe time." He sat back on the couch.Melissa walked over and sat next to him. "Thank you for helping me."Peter nodded. "Do you want to hang out tomorrow?" I don't know," she said."Come on," Peter said, "I'm that much of a girly girl. I have a lot ofvideo games." Like what?" she asked."Soul Calibar, Zelda, Final Fantasy." Really?" Melissa asked, "Wow! Okay, sure."Peter smiled. "I'll be glad to have a friend, even if you are a boy."Melissa grinned.