I FUCKING DIED FOR YOU!” He leaned into Amy’s face. “STOP DOUBTING ME!”“Daniel, calm down,” Tiffany said.“I’m doing everything I can. ... can’t do anymore,” He looked at Amy. “All I want to do is love you why can’t you accept that?” He pulled out his keys. “I’m going to Russell’s.”“No, you are not,” Tiffany said. “You don’t fix a problem by running away. Look at her.” Amy sat holding herself and trembling. “This is your first real fight and she doesn’t know what to do either. Sit down.” He. I feel loved. It seems so natural when I feel his fingers stroking my clean shaved mound, finger tips teasing along the folds of my pussy, toying with the gold piercing our mother had insisted on, slipping easily into my well lubricated pussy… “Oh, god. Make me cum again.” I moan, knowing that I sound like the worst kind of slut and not carrying. “Oh, I will, Ruby. Just be a good girl and let us play with you first. All good things come to those who wait.” I watch, mesmerized as Iris helps my. You are wearing tight faded jean, low heels and a loose cotton top. Your hair is a tangle of brown curls, falling over your shoulders and face. You look at me with your head slightly bowed, eyes hidden slightly behind your curls. You start to talk and I simply shake my head no. You stop talking and stand there. I know you are wondering if I am going to yell, wondering how mad I am, waiting for me to react. You know I am disappointed, you know I might punish you, or I might simply ignore the. " Yeah, I know."**********Laura grimaced inwardly as she shook one more hand. She was at a formalState Department reception, for another wanna-be dictator from anotherthird-world country. She was bored with the whole process, she hated thetime and fuss of getting her hair and makeup done, she hated the need tofind "just the right" dress, and she hated how her feet hurt in her heels.She reminded herself, for perhaps the twentieth time so far that evening,that it was "just a job," like all the.