Splutch. Splutch. The stares. The sniggers. The teasing girls flashing their cleavages or knickers and laughing at my discomfort. My terror. A tear pr...cks my eye and I brush it away, steeling myself. Fuck that bitch, Trina. Former love of my life. Gossiping cow. Having my death on her conscience will teach her.It'll show them all.My cheeks water, stomach churns, head spins. I breathe in and upend the bottle.The pills are acrid on my tongue and I try to swallow but there are too many. My. Not quite yet."He did one more little circuit of her sex, up to toy with her clit, across her tummy, across her thighs, then, finally! down through her sex, As he came to her entrance he pressed a little harder, slipping just the first inch into her. His hard male flesh parted her flesh and sliding into her heated willingness.Devlin moaned at his entrance. She wanted it, and he was toying with her. She loved the control he was showing, but she'd had enough of that; she wanted the whole thing.He. Inside the cottage, the smell of damp dog, dust and neglect was overpowering. The curtains were tightly shut and I turned to open those on the window closest to the door, pulling back in distress as the ageing fabric crumbled beneath my fingers. It was clear that they hadn't been touched in many years.Standing on tiptoes I pushed the top of the curtain runners across the rails, unwilling to damage the fragile material further. The daylight fought to get through the trees, bouncing off the dusty. The trousers were tight enough to indicate the rounded fullness of her thighs, but not in the revealing way of her new mini-skirt. Her father would throw a fit if he could see her now. Would probably lock her in the bedroom and throw away the key if she ventured out to the local shops in this outfit.Louise could well imagine the looks of the African men if she tried walking along the covered walkway that ran beside the shops. It had been bad enough to keeping their hands off her bottom when she.