Sometimes I have to go so bad I'm like a little girl jumpingaround. I'm more or less used to being on all fours in my apartment. Ionly stand when I h...ve to, like when I'm cooking. Playing with my pussyevery morning is getting harder and harder for me not to cum, but I'll be agood bitch for you and not cum. May I use my lipstick to write CUNT across all of the mirrors in myapartment? Good girl, you may use the lipstick but put some variation to it by not only writingCUNT, but also BITCH,. *So, the guy next to me is clearly the new boy. Or should I say man. How old is he anyway, nineteen, twenty? Anyway, whatever age he is I wish he would quit looking at me…I’m afraid the leg shaking will reach Richter scale soon. Oh yeah…can I get a ride home? -Ryn* Ryn quickly passed the note while Radakims back was turned…well ‘chucked at’ is a more accurate term. Landing in her hair, Lily picked it out while giving Ryn a face reminiscent of recess in fourth grade. Ryn watched Lily’s face. I blinked a couple of times and then looked at Anna who was still laughing. The little minx had known who her cousin’s husband was and purposely didn’t tell me ahead of time.I hadn’t told Anna about my long-standing admiration of Kit Carson, but she knew I’d heard of him. I had done much more than hear of him though. I had studied him for years. When I was seven, my mother took me to the library introducing me to biographies of great men written for children and the We Were There series of. He glanced back at Eden and Emma, who were cowering in the doorway. "The girls said Adrienne's brother was here. They said you and Adrienne told them that he was a bad man, but they don't know exactly why, and you had to hit him to get him to leave. Ben ... what's going on?"I bit my lip nervously and glanced back at Adrienne. Up until now, no one but Brooke knew the history Adrienne had with her brother. All my parents ever knew was that he was estranged from the family, but not for what.