. Well, most of them. Girls, on the other hand, were able to surprise her sometimes. They could be as sweet and gentle as her sisters Nikki and Jeanni..., saying how great she looked, or bitches straight from hell, threatening her that one day they would get her and cut her "shitty" face up. They said she acted as if she owned S.F. High... Linda looked up to the sky, sadness flooding her heart. 'Why are people so mean?' she cried out to herself. She tried not to cry but soon tears ran down her. Stroking, tugging, manipulating, she’s well past the discomfort for the moment. Curling her thumb, finger, tugging, she reflexively presses harder, her nails digging into her sensitive flesh. ?Agghhhh!? Her hips flinching, the pain’s not unlike an electrical shock as she jerks her hand away, quickly raising her arm above her head, interlocking her fingers behind her neck, again, she fully awake. Legs trembling on the damp sheets, the breeze off the whirling fan flowing. I tied my blonde wig back into a very long ponytail and secured it with a large cream satin bow, which had two pretty streamers. Checking my appearance in my dresser mirror I was pleased to see that the outline of my lacy bra cups were visible through the sheer blouse material and that my pretty ponytail swished gently as I moved my head. Picking up my handbag I went out to my car and drove the short trip to "Garments". I always park a few hundred metres from the sho! p as this gives me the. "Five minutes later Pedro was upon the poop deck of the Hawk standing beside the portside railing watching as the Cadiz swung in close along that side of the Hawk so he and Bartholomew could speak. The Hawk was in the lead on this leg of the journey with the Cadiz lying off his portside and the Madrid lying off his starboard. Behind them sailed the two Spanish carracks and Madrid."Bartholomew," Pedro shouted out over the short distance that separated the two ships a few minutes later, "take the.