I thought it was funny… And I am sorry… that I just called you a slut… I know you hate it, and think yourself as a split-personality person… I...do too… You are not a slut…” Lindsay leaned her against my shoulder, and apologized with exactly what I had said to her more than a hundred times. That I had a split-personality. Only I knew that it wasn’t much of a split-personality, but it was just me in truth… but I would never give up this life to be a slut for sex and sex alone. Even if I craved to. He settled on: "Nice house for three nice girls!" He received a number of offers, but wasn't satisfied with any of the prospective tenants: he wanted real beauties.One rainy day, Ahmed was in his favorite coffee shop watching the girls. Just then three beautiful blonds came in. They ordered their drinks, and sat down at the table next to his. Their wet clothes clung to their breasts. Ahmed took an immediate interest in them, but they didn't notice him."Ah can't believe it," one said in a. ”“Speaking of which,” She pressed her body just barely against mine, her breasts touching mine, “How are the little mites tonight?”“I’ve got my brother and his kids over with them. They’ll be fine. Lindsay, Brian, and Corey were pretty excited when they heard I have a date tonight. Lindsay, as I told you, helped me pick out clothes. Brian helped me do what little makeup I’m wearing, and Corey gave me lots of tips on how to win you over.”Lucianna grinned and got closer to me than I thought was. “Well, I must say that the rings don’t look too bad. Your father was right, that size does look good on you. What is your tattoo going to be?” Mary was stunned by this comment. What was going on? “But I am disappointed that you have not kept up with your shaving though. All that time I spent shaving you when you were at school.” “I’m sorry, Mummy.”Imogen turned to Sandra. “I never did get around to thanking you for the ideas that you gave me when you were bullying Jaqueline at school. I guessed.