You had perfect structure.Priya: Really? With a smile what do you like in me?Me: Hey please I don’t wanna say that.Priya: why not? Say knowMe: Hmm y...ur breast and ass.Priya: you naughty boy. You look decent but you are not.Me: yes I’m not innocent.Priya: she came near to my ear and said like what do you wanna do with those?Me: (as the whole room is dark and we are at corner no one observes) I don’t know how to say.Priya: Then. Show!Me: what? Serious!Priya: don’t waste time idiot.Then I went. Don’t talk about girls like that then,’ I said trying to cover up the burst of anger. I couldn’t believe I’d just lost control like that. It just.. happened when he started talking about Lexi like some kind of slut. Great, I thought, all I need is more of a reason to think about her tonight. I didn’t know what to do. If I talked to her, it’d be awkward, like seeing your teacher outside of school. But if I didn’t, she’d stay here all night. And I can’t stop every guy from thinking the same. "I know that you're probably a little leery of pills after your ordeal with Ebony, but you'll just have to trust me on this. I guarantee that you'll come out of your session with Clyda with a totally different attitude." Dee Dee reached into her medical bag, and produced a small prescription jar. In it was one pill that was a dark pinkish-red in color. "Go ahead and wash this down with a drink of water, Jordan." Jordan swallowed the pill. "Mmm," said Jordan. "That's more like it. Tastes. He`s watching the box again, she lays washed up. A while passes, two minutes, five, thirty, she had no idea… the vibrator starts again … no, no he can`t…but he can and he does, on then off, and again, her mind in turmoil, the clock reads ten, three hours have past, mentally she calculates how long till Sunday dinnertime… how many climaxes… fear grips her, her roll on wet now with her own spend, he`s loving it, her pain, her frustration, her eyes close, he watches another film, then switches out.