He can't really place his finger on what, but something is very different.There's a silence here between usI've never heard beforeAnd I can't find the...loveIn her eyes anymoreThere's some changes going onI'm beginning to understandWhen I'm holding herI swear I feel the presence of another manThose words were never truer when Anthony S. Crawford & Shae Jones wrote that song, than they are right now in my house, or is it still 'our' house? I just don't know anymore. There really seems to be a. “Cousin?”“Yeah, well, sort of. He’s a God—at lease he would be if he wasn’t such a Bad Boy. I wanted to fuck him more than anything. If only he could have been my first instead of stupid Clint Fengler.”“You’re such a slut. Clint’s a pig.”“Yeah, I know, but… He’s coming over now.”“Clint?” Candi asked with horror.“No, Alessandro, you idiot.”“Here? Now? What do you mean?”“He’s in town, and he called me up.” The only reason he called is because he wants to fuck me,” Brandi thought. “I gave him your. Aren’t you.”“Sir, this one was with someone who was very dominant and learned that she lives to serve. This one was without an owner for a long time, and when you spoke as a Dominant, this unworthy submissive had no choice but to obey.”“Wow. Uh, Okay. So you like being used and abused and humiliated.” I asked licking my lips at the prospect.“YES!” she squealed in delight. “May this one ask a question?” I nod at her, my brain coming up with scenarios so disgusting Larry Flynt would balk at. She took her phone out of her bag to see a text from Amy“Met the singer from the support, gone to their dressing room!! See you tomoz” She was pissed off with Amy for leaving her alone so stood and drank her beer whilst people watching. Before she knew it she had almost finished the second beer and the main group were about to come on stage. Excited she downed the rest of the beer and chucked the plastic. She heard someone tut, she turned to see the guy from the bar stood close behind.