?2?..Being replaced by Vanessa? ?Vanessa??3?..You have always been Vanessa? ?Always Vanessa??4?..You love men and their cocks.? ?Love men and cock...??5?..You love my cock.? ?Love Miss Emma?s cock??6?..More awake. Feel Vanessa taking control? ?Vanessa??7?..Almost there. Always been like this? ?Always??8?..Always been Vanessa? ?Always Vanessa??9?..Always worked for me? ?Always for you??10?.Wake up.?Joe blinked his eyes. Miss Emma hid the wheel behind her back.?What happened Miss Emma??. He wasn't too worried; if he didn't catch any before dinner, he would set out several more snares. They were a little low on string since they were using it to lash together the frame of the hut, but he could afford a few more feet for snares.After another lunch of fruit and taro, Lance looked over their handiwork. The frames seemed nice and solid. The trick would be the covering. There was plenty of grass around that they could dry and use for thatching. The problem was that he didn't know how. “Not enough? We’re nearly there now,” he tapped on the meter, currently showing £14.60, “how the bloody hell do you expect to pay me love?”“I ... I don’t know ... maybe we can work something out?” Hannah’s day had officially gone from bad to worst day ever. She dropped her gaze to her lap and gritted her teeth, desperately trying to think of a way to pay the cab driver without money.Silence elapsed for a few minutes until the driver’s voice, slightly more chipper now, called out from the front. " Ryan struggled for something to say. "It's not like that," she managed. "We work hard." Her father shot her a sidewise glance, his disdain evident. "If you think that's work, little girl, then your mother and I did something wrong." Ryan excused herself through gritted teeth and went back in the house. She had to leave; her dad had pushed too far this time and she couldn't pretend in front of all these people. She made a beeline for the guest room that held the coats. "Ryan. Hey, Ry!" Evan.