’ He said with a sort of bored and clinically detached tone in his voice. ‘That bad eh?’ Doctor Klines smiled and shook his head. ‘No. Actual...y I have a LOT worse than John. And a lot more destructive personalities to deal with as well.’ Denise nodded. ‘Tell me about it. You should speak with some of ours. Kirk is my favorite.’ Connie giggled. ‘Yes, the ‘dog whisperer’ we call him. Thinks he can speak with dogs in their animal tongue and that they have a complex secret language and plan to. “Do it or I'll tell everyone I saw yours and you have a four inch dick. “Dude, no one will believe you!” I shot back terrified at the thought of a rumor about me having a small dick going around high school. That was the last thing I needed. “You're a midget, people will believe me. Plus people wont think I am lying because it sounds weird to say I saw your dick. But I dont care because I get so tired of you thinking you are the shit, and people treating me like a loser.” I knew he had a point.. "Oh, Mrs. Atkin!" Stephen yelled out, lost in the throes of mismatched passion. "Ca... Call me... Muriel," she said between laboured breaths. "Oh, Mur... Mrs. Atkin!" He refused to admit to himself, even now, that he was sticking it to anyone old enough to be named Muriel. "I'm going to come; should I pull out?" A instinctive and, in retrospect, stupid question. "Don't you fucking dare," came the reply, "This is a new skirt. It's no' like I'm aboot tae get pregnant now, is it?" With three final. . Tamera squeezed her eyes shut as the erotic recollections flooded through her... she felt so alone now, so helpless and alone. She couldn't go to her mother, for such a confession would kill her for sure, and she'd be branded the little whore that she rightfully was, and her mother would turn away in disgust, never love her again. Even though she was alone and without hope, she was thankful that this one morning her mother wasn't there to see her as she looked, battered and torn and.