”“This evening then,” it said.The rest of the school day passed by agonizingly slowly. There was no way I could rid myself of my high expectatio...s for after school. My cock was hard all day long and it was difficult to keep hidden. And, the ring was burning away on my finger.Not soon enough, I was home. There was no sign of Mom so I assumed that the djinn had managed to get her out of the house for my “date”.After running upstairs to change into sweatpants, without underwear, I plopped myself. Das ist meine erste Story die ich f?r Fictionmania geschrieben habe - wasnicht hei?t, das ich hier und da nicht schon f?r mich geschrieben habe -also seid bitte gn?dig mit mir. Ich freue mich ?ber konstruktive Kritikund eure Kommentare.Konnte es denn wirklich noch besser werden? Ich stand in einem dichtgedr?ngten Zug. Fast f?hlte ich mich wie ein Fl?chtling der vor einerArmee flieht, als mein Handy vibrierte.Es dauerte ein wenig, bis das ich die Nachricht zu Gesicht bekam, wasschlicht und. "I walked toward the backdoor. "Go out the front."I continued out the back. I circled around to the front. I saw a man holding a rifle in the woods outside the roadhouse. I circled the stable. In the stable a man got on my horse.I moved quickly and garroted the bushwhacker. I took a short pistol from his pocket and the Springfield. The man went out the back of the stable with my horse. When the young fellow came out of the stable, I called to him from the woods. I had the Springfield pointed at. He looked saddened by my evaluation and I tried to explain that I didn’t want him giving up so much for me. Then I asked what he was going to do when he didn’t want me anymore. It was apparent this had hurt him even more and I felt like a royal bitch. Quietly but sternly he told me such a thing had never crossed his mind. He strolled over to the window, crossed his arms, and bent his head. I walked up behind him and placed my head on his shoulder. With tears forming in my eyes, I softly.