Once as I was leaving his room Joey pointed to a pen on the carpet and said, “Jill, could you please pick up my pen?” This happene... again the next night and then I figured out Joey’s dirty trick. From then on every time Joey had me pick something from the floor, I would bend over to pick up that item from the floor slowly so that Joey could get a good view of my ass. Soon I even stopped wearing my thongs at night. Before leaving Joey’s room I would look back with a smile. The other interrogators all wanted to know her secret after their techniques had all failed even the failsafe "waterboarding" that was so overrated in western circles.She made certain to make plenty of "follow-up" interrogation sessions with the Frenchman because he was able to get to her in many ways no other male had ever done before. Her special agent asshole buddy was her favorite partner for out of town trips and she let him perfect her anal talents until she reached the point that she. ”“W-well you gotta understand, I’ve deleted it now—”“Why?”“Because I didn’t need it anymore,” I said, “or even want it. Not after you said you’d be my boyfriend.”Chad pulled up to my apartment, and he put his car in park. He chewed his lip for a second, then looked over at me. “Look,” he said, “I never expected you to be perfect. At least not like that. I-I mean, I guess it’s partly my doing. If it hadn’t been for my bullshit this summer—”“You don’t need to make excuses for me.”“I’m not,”. "You can all kiss my fine coon-ass."Though a Cajun, a newcomer and no brain in the classroom, she'd won almost everything worth having in high school. Everything, that is, except Homecoming Queen. “I’d have won that, too,"” she muttered, “if it hadn’t been for that damn Amy Marshall.”Every time she tried for anything, Amy Marshall got in the way. She was everything Bebe wanted to be: tall, elegant, smart, self-assured, a winner at everything she did, and rich.While proud of her own family, they.