He’s the sweetest, funniest, craziest, most caring, most loveable person I’ve ever met, and I’ve loved him since the day we met. I’m the type ...f person that jokingly flirts with almost everyone, especially my friends, so it was never thought over whenever I’d say something dirty or sexual to him. We always had sleepovers and it was never anything more than hanging out and having fun. We’d even sleep next to each other. One night as we were lying in bed, he said, “Samanthaaaa!! I’m cooold!!” I. "I am really going to enjoy this!" I twisted and wriggled to get free but it was no use. I was helpless to escape.As she took the razor and began to shave my chest, I screamed "No stop! What are you doing you crazy bitch?" With that, after a few razor strokes to my chest she stopped and backed away again. Thank god she's come to her senses. I sighed in relief. But then I heard her say, "You know Richard, I don't want to hear this. I don't want to hear you in fact. So now you are just. Dad typically thought most of my skirts showed way too much, while my mother thought most of my skirts were ok. This skirt was among the shortest I had. Both mother and dad agreed this skirt should stay in the closet, but for me it was ok. I loved the reactions I got from the boys as I walked down the halls at school.I really had great looking legs, but my very best feature was my butt, and in a short skirt it really caught attention. As I walked I could feel the hem of the skirt moving against. "Thanks." I am nervous and can't seem to raise my voice above a loud whisper, but the emptiness of the room negates the need to project myself."Do you think you'll have it ready by next Friday?" His blue eyes follow the brush as it strokes the underside of the painted woman's breast. He does not look at me, which I find to be both a blessing and a tragedy. I stare up at his face longer than I should, marveling at the sharpness of his cheekbones and the angle of his jaw. His beauty is cruel,.