“No, just be careful what you wish for and it won’t backfire. It reads your mind, so as long as you have a clear thought in your head of what you ...ant, you should be fine.”“How do I know that? If it works and doesn’t back fire than why don’t you use it?” She demanded.“Fine.” He took the book from her and began to write in it. All at once, Lydia’s shirt began to unbutton itself while her jeans unzipped and shimmied down to her ankles.“WHA…WHAT THE FUCK?!” Lydia screamed as her hands were bound. "See you girls later!" Neil said, and headed for the door."Wait" Candy said, and rushed over to give him a big kiss, and so did Jenna getting his shirt wet as her breasts flattened against his chest.Neil parked his explorer on the street across from the "Well's Fargo" building. He started taking notes and pictures of the armored cars and drivers as they came and left."No more school for me!" He thought as he clicked a picture of an old man with a shotgun guarding the door as another armored car. Her hands moved to her blouse – where she slowly began to work the buttons, starting at the top and working her way down, she pulled it from the waistband of her skirt, and allowed it to slip from her shoulders.The blouse followed the jacket – down to the floor – discarded and forgotten.Marcus could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins, as he studied her with hungry eyes...The tininess of her waist; and the soft swell of her breast – covered now only by the lace trimmed fabric of her. Aber durch mein Alter hatte ich nie Probleme jeden zu bekommen, den ich haben wollte. Aber die verstohlenen Blicke, das heisere Geflüster der stupiden Ansprechversuche nach der Marke “Na, ist das geil?“ waren mir dann irgendwann zu blöd. Auch das Verbiegen am Gloryhole wurde mir zu unbequem. Ich hatte auch keine Lust mehr mir fast die Finger zu brechen, nur um an alles heran zu kommen, was ich begrabschen wollte.Ich stellte dann irgendwann fest, dass ich doch letztendlich nur ordentlich.