Erin is well... ugly."Joe raised an eye brow, "She may not be the prettiest girl I've had in here but she isn't so..." Your being too kind Mr West but...Erin already knows how unsightly her Horse-face is. Why else do you think she's wants to be a porn star?" I... I don't think I understand." Erin knows she's too ugly to get a man to look after her, and she's too stupid to make anything of herself..." But mother I got accepted to the Tennessee State, I want to go to college..."Erin's heart skipped. Mr. Patel's personal driver pointed to the large consulate building with one hand while navigating a complicated roundabout with the other, seemingly oblivious to the insane traffic around him. Cars and trucks, even motorcycles, roared past with little care or concern for traffic lanes or the dizzying array of road signs.Somehow, they arrived at the front entrance of the consulate without being involved in any accidents."Will you be long, Mr. Eckermann?" the driver asked in his accented. He was 20 and I had found him annoying when I was younger but over time we had grown close and he had become a real friend. I went to him for advice about boys, life, arguments with friends and with my mom. It was him that cheered me through my first heartbreak, it was him that mercilessly teased me about my hair styles, and him that occasionally helped me out of a jam and loaned me money. I was looking forward to hanging out with him.I had a date that night and my date brought me home by. When we finished, Rachel came over to my lap. As she sat, she pushed my hand beneath her. She wiggled a little as she sat down. I gulped some air as I realized a bare, wet pussy was wiggling on my fingers. Rachel wiggled a little more then raised up and slipped my hand out from under her before sitting back down. “Does Santa think he can guess what I want?” All I could say was “Ho, ho, ho. I hope it’s not a candy cane.” “Well, Liz and Heidi tell me Santa hides a really special one in his.