..the kind of woman who inspires men to create monuments to your honor...the kind of woman who makes my dick hard, just thinking about you.Drive – b... the Cars, is echoing throughout the club as I allow my eyes to meander from your frame for just a moment. I also notice forty other scantily clad women, mesmerizing their friends and clients – soaking up adulation and lust, taking us all on vacation with them...My eyes are still trying to acclimate to the darkness, as I'm fresh off the street and. She noticed something emitting a small glow. She dug through it. The clothes he’d been wearing, of course, and a few things he’d had in the pockets, and then she found a bloodied fragment of circuitry. She winced as she remembered that Ophelia had said Idris’ tracker was a sub-dermal chip. She doubted that it had been extracted in a very friendly manner, judging from what it was covered in. Slowly, she put Idris’ clothes on, dirty as they were. They still smelled like him, and the memory raised. I guess he wanted his wife to take the risk of pulling out her cell phone and punching the panic button."I'll do no such thing." What! Why not? He wouldn't hit a woman." What a fucking coward!"I don't think he would either. I'm not going to do it because you were the one in the wrong. You assaulted him and he defended himself." But he ... he was raping our daughter." I've told you before that I think Bonnie is mature enough to make her own decisions despite her chronological age. Perhaps it was. Sometimes Simone would vigorously frig herself to relieve her tension before falling back to sleep. Neither one of them ever had any thought of having actual sex with each other because their mother told them it was a terrible sin.The fact that both of them were technically virgins was unusual for such attractive teenagers in an unquestioned age of promiscuity.They liked to play games all the time.Sometimes the games were variations on Truth or Consequences or a guessing game with penalties for.