.. she didn’t answer... “Well?” I asked folding my arms. “Wells...she gave me it, so I could come in without having to knock when she invited ...e round. She didn’t ask for it back, so I didn’t give it back.” Cayla laughed and reached for the key, but I snatched it up and held it in my palm. “Well, you’re giving it back now, well no, actually, I’m taking it back. Goodbye Cayla” I said. But she just stood there looking at me. “So that kiss then, didn’t mean anything?” she asked, annoyed. “Fine!” I. But then it got worse. One hand at a time slid down her legs, his strong fingers gripping her tightly as he stooped. Then he stood. Marge's arms swung freely, now dangling off the ground. His fingers tightened around her delicate flesh, and then he tossed her petite body into the air, catching her with an arm around her waist. Marge's hands grasped for anything, finally reaching behind her, clutching Jack's pants. Her own legs buckled and folded over his shoulders.Marge felt the sides of Jack's. Especially when half the class was idiots like her who couldn’t do the calculus behind the theory to save their life. Swallowing my desire to give her a snarky retort I turn to her and simply replied “Always. It’s not difficult stuff.” Clearly annoyed by my still flippant response she quickly shoots back “it’s harder than you think. I bet I do better than you do though”. Smiling I turn to her and say “Will you stop saying silly things. You’ve been saying that for years now and you never. Feeling rather wobbly, Kenny tried taking a step, falling down clumsily onto the floor. Feeling scared and confused, Kenny did the only thing that he could think of. He started crying. Loudly. Almost immediately Kenny saw his Mommy rushing into the room, looking annoyed. Kenny cringed, knowing that he was going to get spanked again. All Mommy ever did was yell at him and spank him, not hugging or playing with him like she did Shauna. Kenny's fear worsened as she yelled "Kenny Andrew Donaldson!.