Abigail: How does it look?Me: Well, you might need stitches, it’s going to leave an ugly mark.Abigail: What? Oh no!Me: Hahaha! It’s not that bad, ...t will heal on its own. It’s just a scratch… Bleeding a bit but it’s fine.Abigail: Jerk! Scaring me like that!Me: Admit it, you had it coming.Abigail: Uhhhhhh!Look at us, soaking wet, taking shelter from the rain. Touching her leg. It feels soft and it’s weird touching her like this, she’s a bad girl, an evil one. I could? No no. I couldn’t resist. All the football team fucked me three times as well as Greg, Carl, Larry, Jeff, Sam, Hank and Steve of course. By this time the sun was beginning to rise in the east.“I better clean up guys it was a great night of getting fucked and it looks like you guys are all tired out from fucking me all night. To tell you the truth I could go another round but I do have to get cleaned up before hubby wakes up. Goodnight guys” I said. The guys hosed me down with the garden hose to make sure I wasn't. He pulled over and I got in his Cadillac.Him - So hun, are you going to take me advice?Me – About going back to school? ProbablyHim – I was talking about staying on my good side, as he laughed.Well…Sure (even though I was somewhat na?, I did know what he meant). Good, he said.He drove to an empty building nearby and pulled the car behind the building. He slide over closer to me and immediately loosened his pants.He said well then why don’t you show me.I was nervous but excited. This is what I. "You didn't forget your passport, I hope?" John said with a smile.Ann patted her purse. Paul looked like he was going to fall asleep on his feet."Ms. Simmons, I'd suggest that you stay away from caffeine this morning," John said, "If I were you, I'd try to sleep most of the way to Stockholm. They're six hours ahead of us. The jet lag will hit you good if you're not used to it. The pilot said that he wants to take off at five. We'll top off the fuel in Gander Airport in Newfoundland. The plane.