OK, whos next! I shouted! All the girls wanted me to fuck them, so I did. Then, the seriousness of what I had just done hit me. So I ran away from sc...ool, making sure I didnt get caught. My friends also came. I figured I might look a wee bit conspicuous, what with all the blood and come on my and dead people in da classroom. So I was lucky to escape with my LIFE! I quickly dashed to the local McDonalds and ordered a burger and smeared it all over me so I would be bloody anyways and it wouldnt. I was eating a Magnum ice cream, enjoying my day off. That's when shit got hectic. There was rap on the door. "Ah fuck it, for real? Yeah, yeah, hang on - Jesus." Bang bang, the door went again. I flung the door back. "Jesus, ALRIGHT! Lisa?" I stood aghast, it was my pal Lisa from facebook. How to explain Lisa? Its tough, she is somewhat a force of nature. Lisa sings for a metal outfit called Death's Hand and, when in character, she goes by the stage name of Blonde Witch of the North. As her. "Speaking of Sandy b*o. Where is she?" Britt asks while trying to knead the soreness out of her tits."She had to go back home this weekend. It's her sister's birthday. I told her I couldn't go because this is my last weekend at home for a while. And like you said. I'm going to spend this weekend with my sister." The two smiles at each other and Jeff climb out of the water and picks up his sister Brittany. He carries Britt still topless into the house and takes her to the guestroom. He lays her. Then she met Paul. He was nice looking and intelligent, but a depressive under-achiever who encumbered her spirit. He was almost a saint, though, compared to the men with whom she would become enmeshed. She married Paul before she was 30, and her life seemed to be manageable. The warning signals from her tracking device began to come on louder and more often when she was about 35. The signals were faint, and, like other humans, she was always setting herself off with simple negative thinking..