I'm short... very short. Its the first thing people notice about me when I walk into a room. A few weeks ago I was walking by a group of sixth graders...that were out on a field trip and as I went to cross the street away from them one of the chaperones hollered at me to get back with the rest of the class... very embarrassing. Though I think he was just as embarrassed when I showed him my driver's license. It may not have helped that I flipped him off after he called me "little cutie".So yeah. I dropped to the floor in a pink heap, exhausted from the effort at being a good receiver for him. My eyes were closed when I felt a splatter of liquid on my face. He too was marking me with his piss. I opened my mouth and he aimed into it. I was glad for the liquid on my parched throat, and greedily gulped it down.In the distance, a series of chimes sounded, and a recorded announcement told shoppers the doors to the mall were about to be locked for the evening. Although the thought of spending. Coleman, a psychologist, was there too." I see ... Have you made a confession already?" No, not yet. I figured it'd be wise to talk to an attorney first." Yes, that was very smart of you. They often try to pull that trick, with people who haven't come into contact with the law before, hoping that a suspect will give a full confession before she spoke with an attorney, so that the prosecution can use it against them."Mrs. Lewis took a moment to think and then said, "I think it's best if you. I thought I'd have some fun this morning!I went back in and prepared some coffee, and pretty soon Dad came downstairs, rubbing his eyes."Good morning, Daddy! Would you like some coffee?"As he nodded, I poured a cup and brought it over to him. I stood on tiptoes and kissed him chastely on the cheek. I twirled away from him, knowing as I did it that a man with quick eyes would be able to see just about anything he wanted to, for a split second. I couldn't help but continue to tease him throughout.