Being manhandled like that sent a sharp pain screaming from my shoulder through my arm and made me scream. He promptly slapped me across my face and t...ld me to shut my mouth as he tied me to the four posts of my bed. He grabbed a sock from the floor and jammed it in my mouth covering it with a long strip of duct tape. I felt the tears well up in my eyes and start to pour down my face. The taller of the two had to have been six foot three with jet black hair and the iciest blue eyes I had ever. The warm water felt good on her face and helped calm her breathing. Eventually, she had regained control of her emotions enough to once again look at the reflection in the mirror. She saw a pretty girl with large crystal blue eyes that sparkled and raven black, shoulder length hair that was cut into messy bangs. She saw saw a good figure with large bosom and curvaceous hips. Even a pessimist like herself could not deny that she had a nice, rosy complexion (not too tan or pale) and a cute. "I have arachnophobia, don't laugh at me!" Still laughing, he said, "sorry, sorry." Then he simply grabbed a tissue and reached up and squished it. HA! TAKE THAT YOU LITTLE DISGUSTING CREATURE! Sorry...I hate spiders. Flushing the dead spider down the toilet, he said, "There. Crisis averted." The smile he beamed at me was so sweet and kind that it actually gave me that fluttery feeling in my stomach- something I hadn't felt in a long time. It made me smile without warning. "Thank you," I said,. "You all look SO amazing. I'mso jealous I can't go with you this year, heh!" Aww, thank you!" Suriya squeaks, exchanging a gentle hug with hersister- something all six of us do before heading into the living roomfor yet more photos, this time from Suriya's equally-emotional mother.We barely have time to breathe after our second 'photoshoot' before aloud car horn comes from outside, signifying the arrival of our ride-and, more importantly, our dates."Are we all ready, girlies?" Suriya asks with.