I started screaming and some big guy from another parked car came over and rapped on the window. Bob stopped, rolled down his window and yelled at the...guy 'To mind his own business'. That's when I screamed that he was trying to rape me. The guy reached in the window and pulled Bob out through it. He beat Bob pretty bad, his girlfriend and I yelled at him to stop. Telling him it wasn't worth killing him." "His girlfriend asked me if he did rape me and I said, 'He would have'. I've never been so. Poverty. Wealth. Alternative Lifestyles. Illegal Immigration. Art. Afterlife. Which did come first, the chicken or the egg?’ I stopped for a breath. ‘There is a bunch more, but that’ll do to start. I have a list, and think of things every day to add. I’m sure I’ll run out of money long before I run out of topics.’ ‘My first, official show will be in two weeks. My gurus of communication have established a website. It will be on the screen shortly. Please, go on it and state an opinion, something. I'm not sure, boys are so useless - once they get their little pink willy aroused they forget a girl needs pleasuring too. Anyway he dumped us both in the bath, to wash off the sperm, and we made love again – all soapy and slippery. Dad took some rather rude photos of us tribbing – her little pink slit all squashed into mine – look."“Tribbing?” Bob spluttered “that’s rather advanced, if I may say, for a little beauty under 5..”, absent-mindedly slipping one finger into her bottom, and his. Thumbs up and silent clapping went on behind Susie’s back but she knew and liked the attention.Scott had decided he could take the afternoon off therefore Susie suggested they go for a drink downtown. She kissed Mario on the cheek before leaving with Scott who was excited but apprehensive at the same time. When they got into the taxi Susie gave an address on the lower east side, an area she knew well. On the journey she let her skirt ride up to reveal her stocking tops so Scott could see. She.