”“I sure am, Ellen, unless you tell me, that I can’t.”“Do me, Murphy, do me all over, if you want to; damn, I am so fucking turned on by thi... I am dripping from my cunt.”I remembered when I was a kid, I would buy those packages of connect-the-dot pictures, where you would connect the dots by the numbers, and the drawing would soon appear on your paper. It might have been a bird, or a dog, or a cat, or a house. I always liked those things, and I liked this game I was about to play even more, as. Neither will thevideo you drunken idiots made where you happily admit to it all. Idon't think it would be very hard to get a jury to find you guilty,don't you think?"I slowly began to realize the seriousness of the situation. I could getexpelled. I could get arrested. I could go to jail because of thisbitch! I tried to talk my way out of it, just like I'd done a hundredtimes in the past when confronted by an angry ex, but I couldn't make asound now. I was paralyzed and slowly losing. " Angie smiled at Jenny with a sly grin. Of course, Angie didn't know that her own dad was fucking little Jenny on the side. Jenny had secretly wondered, in light of Mr. Walker's cheerleader fetish, if Angie's dad was fucking his own daughter, as well. "All right, Jenny! You're such a slut!" Angie whispered. The two cheerleaders laughed. Out of the corner of her eye, Jenny spotted a guy with a camera in the stands. It was pointed right at her. "Hey, Angie, who's the perv with. Anyway, a phone call? So what? Let me face it! “Hello?” I started off by adding, “Who is on the other side, please?” “Sam, it’s me! But guess who?” the female replied. “Guess? How? I mean I can’t figure out who you are. Would you be kind enough please to reveal your identity?” I asked, again. “Oh! Sam! You are such a bore! It’s me, on the college canteen, on the dance floor, behind the wheels. So, now tell me who am I?” the female asked with a slight laughter.“Oh! Is it Sheetal? Is it you? I.