Hmmm. Maybe... She started thinking. Shehad friends, Beth would help. Maybe Kim... Suddenly, wormy things werescouting her stomachWhat is this I'm fee...ing? Not scared... Nervous?What is this?"I'll see what I can do?" Bobbie said with the air ofhopeIdon'tfuckitup.Chapter 11It was evening when Bobbie returned home. Sylvia was there, alone."Hi, Bobbie. Kim's out for a bit, so let's talk." Sylvia patted thecushion next to her on the sofa."Where's Kim?" Bobbie asked."Oh, out with Roxx, I guess her. He tasted of ash and bad chili. She could feel the bile press against her belly with a warning. The knife slid down her body and brought her skirts up her thigh, leaving a slice along her leg deep enough to draw blood. Sarah was crying uncontrollably now as pain radiated through her and she twisted underneath his weight, trying to throw the man off. ‘Stop it you little slut!’ he said gruffly, the bulge of his cock grinding harshly on her pelvis. ‘I barely scratched you…’ the gleam in the man’s. Ashley smiled, responded cryptically, "It’s possible."I stammered, "Y-y-you have taken a cock that big in your ass?" You fit nicely, don’t you?" She asked in reply."Yes, but I’m seven inches, he’s at least eight, maybe nine. The widescreen makes such judgements hard to make," I joked.She shrugged, repeating, "It’s possible." Nice job avoiding answering the question," I quipped back, knowing her well enough to know she wasn't going to give me an answer until she was good and ready. Besides being. “Now do you see exactly why my father thinks I should study in the United States?” she asked.“I do,” I agreed. “What will you do if these troubles continue?”“Then I may accept the Match and stay here for my Residency. But that is still more than three years away. There will be an election in May. A lot will depend on who wins, and how the people receive it. I think the former Peronista Carlos Menem will win. I am not sure what that means for Argentina, though. As I said, we shall see.”“What.