I stop in time to keep from breaking her door in. Once inside, what little clothing we have on goes flying. Her skin feels like a snake, scaled and su...ple; it tastes like sweat and something - something I don't know. I can't stop running my lips over her. She moans; it has a slight sobbing sound. I look at her face."Ted can't..." her eyes are teary, "The scales. They're sharp." Oh." Ted can't touch her, I guess, without getting cut. My skin's damn near invulnerable, "Oh, LaTonya, I'm..." I'm at. He said "Hello Tracy. It's good to finally meet you in person". I asked who he was and what he was doing here and he pulled a lit marijuana joint from behind him, took a long deep drag, grabbed me by the hair and shoved me back in the house and locked the door behind him then blew the smoke in my face and said "Life as you knew it is about to change bitch. You ain't gonna be hurt as long as you be a good slut but if you yell or try to call anyone out any stupid shit I will fuck your life up. I was wearing my favorite jean short-shorts, and a white top that showed off my tan fit belly and my C-cup boobs. My long brown hair was straightened, and honestly, I looked so good I would have fucked myself.Immediantly guys started hitting on me. At first I was flattered, where I had come from boys had never been so bold to just come up to me and try to hook up. But I soon realized they were drunk pussies who were tripping all over themselves. I didn’t bother wasting my time with them, and. "Since you know you are always welcome to interrupt me, I fail –" Maybe I don't want to interrupt you!" He snapped. I refrained from pointing out the obvious. "Maybe I was hoping you'd want to see me enough that you'd be waiting." I'm afraid I don't always have the luxury of putting what I'm working on aside." Yeah, that's what Dad used to say too. For someone you won't talk about you sure act a lot like him." Do you have a point or are you simply angry because I missed your homecoming?" I'm.