The pitch of tear shifted, the ripping sounded harsher, the anger of tearing fabric split the air. The ripping of the cloth was the sound of her humil...ation. The shame blistered her as the panties were snatched from her haunches, exposing her most private part for the world to view.“Shit man,” he yelled out, holding her torn panties in the air, “this Aryan fuck-hole is a real blond — look at her white coochie-hair landing strip, just a pointing the way for my anaconda.”Kristen tried to kick. *************The new Meredith wasn't the only one who had asked herself this question.Jasmine Goodridge had been talking to Dean at her place after a night ofrediscovery together and he had asked the same thing."Why don't we question our captive? If he's got her imprisoned somewherethen it would be our duty to rescue her," she suggested. Dean looked alittle conflicted but finally agreed that it would be the right thing todo."We'll have to be careful. We don't want him getting away,". Mr. Rampton wasn’t somebody who’d never made out, even, Who’s never even been felt up except by a boy behind her on the bus who did it on another boy’s dare, knowing she’d be too wimpy to tell. I’d giggled and even raised my elbow while he did it, but sat up front from then on.Anonymity is just so powerful.“Mel, you deserve a hug of admiration for giving exams without multiple-choice questions,” Patty told him, his name making it more personal.Patty told Mel she was 24, 5-foot 6, four less than. ."James chuckled at that, then reminded her, "Too bad you're notScottish..." Then why does my dad like wearing kilts?" she replied with a smirk.James took the ball, bounced it a few times, then took aim and madeanother shot. Once the ball was through the hoop, he finallyresponded, "Those aren't kilts he's wearing. They're skirts. Andthat's an O for me."A few rounds later, and James won the game, not having missed a singlethrow. As they began a second game, Mel pointed out, "You know,.