The best things are the things that are mint flavored plastic. Right now as I speak she is eating a plastic bag that I brought some grapes upstairs in... She chews on plastic, tears at plastic, sits inside plastic bags. She licks plastic until it is soaking wet. She bats at plastic. She loves plastic. She goes absolutely crazy for minty things. Gum wrappers, for instance. She’ll roll around with them, lick them, rub her face against them, bat them around. Toothbrushes she’ll chew on. Candy. Bob wanted it to be clean. Grabbing his shampoo, Bob squirted some on her head and worked the soap into her scalp. Bob uses a feminine shampoo on his head, it was gentle as Bob needs to wash it every day. When done, Bob told Susie “You can rinse off now.”Bob watched her as she rinsed her body and hair off. She took the soap from me and begin washing Bob. They have never done this before; it was quite intoxicating as she washed my body down to my feet, and up to my head. She took the soap and. . something.He gave me a half salute and was gone. I didn’t bother to look out my office windows to Genessee. Bulldog’s driver and bodyguard, Emile, would be opening the back door of that gleaming black Cadillac, the one with the extra legroom in back. No KC cop would ever pull that car over; no meter maid would ever ticket it.Emile was in his 50s and no one fucked with him. Part of his background was hazy, something about the French Foreign Legion in lieu of prison. Something about Thailand,. Everyday we would go out after school roaming around the city with our hands locked with each other. We would often kiss and hug each other in lonely roads and she had this habit of snuggling into me making me aware of all her curves and her tight breasts that would push into me.Finally it was the day of the farewell, everything was prepared well and we were all excited. Ours was the opening dance and we were all free after that. After the dance we came to the greenroom. Even though the.