After another glance at Anne, it's clear Cathy is fascinated by her style and apparent wealth. Allthough simply dressed like herself, Anne's dress loo...s like something by Dior or Coco Chanel. Subtly chained silver necklace with a cross, earrings with blue stones - aquamarin? - or is it lapis lazula? - matching the colour of her eyes and contrasting cutely with her hot short red dress and ballerinas in the same soft scarlett. Must have cost a fortune!After all, Anne is excellent in social talk. My senses revive after a short while and I try to struggle from under you. I scratch you and I know I have drawn blood. "Bitch, what the fuck!" You grab my hair, causing a sharp pain in the back of my head and slap me hard across my right cheek. "Fucking slut, you're definitely going to get hurt if you do that again. I am warning you only once, play nice and we could both have some fun. If you try to resist, I will not show you any mercy at all, do you understand?" Your tone and the strength. I hurt for wanting to have you in bed, doing all the things I see in those movies. EVERY time I look at them, I see you and me doing those things. Can we?"She reached down and took her laptop, closing it, and doing the same with his. "I put your laptop om top of mine to show you how I want US to be. YOU on top of ME. Driving that delicious piece of man inside of me, and making me cry for wanting you so much, and waiting much longer than I should have. YES, MY LOVE!!! YES, YES, YES!!!" Do me. Jennifer remembered it was just like this that morning over a year ago when she had first found the Glade. Every blade of grass and bright flower seemed clear and distinct, as if, though she passed a hundred thousand, she would remember each individually. She wondered if it was always true that one seemed more aware of the world close to the time to leave it.With deliberate steps she followed the path along the stream and took the still hidden but now familiar fork to the right. She paused only.