Pretty name for a pretty girl. She was twenty-two and in college and she wrote poetry. When she first told me, I rolled my eyes. She had no fucking id...a what poetry was. Probably wrote about unicorns and fairies and true love and all that shit. That was more like literary masturbation. It wasn’t real. What was real was writing about the fucked up shit, taking all that rage that builds up inside of you until you want to scream, and putting it onto words. That was beautiful. Not fucking sonnets. It was glaringly obvious to her that her father had an enormous hard-on. The sneaky bastard! It bulged in his uniform pants like a throbbing, obscenely massive hump.The blonde was sharply aware that she and Cindy were in deep, serious trouble. Maybe she couldn't save her own ass, but the least she could do was try to save Cindy's. She knew her father's terrible temper, and she also knew he was slow-witted. Making a snap decision, Sylvia turned to Cindy and shook her roughly by the. She practically yelled "Nice? You callthat nice?" I looked at her innocently, shook my head again saying "I just wanted to give you something to think about, thats all. Slave." She visibly deflated and wondered aloud "What have I gotten myself into?". So I smirked at her and slapped her ass again, and said "I don't know what you've gotten yourself into, but I can tell what I put in you. C'mon, hurry up - we've got to fetch your mother." I left the bathroom and went back to the bedroom,. She looked at me and told me,” How do you find neha good, she really looks like a prostitute doesn’t her?”.There was a back less scenes and some lovemaking scenes in the movie. I knew that she was missing my uncle. Towards the end of the movie, when it gets boring, she told me,” today girls have become so bold and they strip like anything for a role, but she acted well and looks sexy also” I told her,” yeah, her bum was nice and sexy”She laughed and said,” You guys have nothing better to watch.