." I reply, "I have begun to share some incredibly sexy stories with my lover. He sends me stories while we are apart, I add in my side and send them ...ack. I just want to..." "...Want to send him a couple of photos so he can see what these stories do to you," she finishes for me. "Can I read the stories? Maybe I can stay and help you take the pictures!" "I don't think he would mind. Can you come now?" I ask. "Sure love, on my way," she replies. As I wait for her to arrive, I wonder what is. "I don't think I need to get dressed." you say, quietly, still looking at the floor and blushing.He shakes his head and goes over to your draws, starting to go through your clothes, looking over all your panties as well as you shirt and skirts as he goes through your chest of draws. ?For some reason you seem frozen, just standing there and staring at the ground as he rifles through your clothes. ?Finally he pulls out a sports skirt you use to wear a couple of years ago that you never got to. .. I wonder why she never told us." Well ... you know Lee, full of surprises. I mean, we all live far from here now. It's no wonder why she didn't tell us, why she didn't want us to worry. We're not in high school anymore."Everyone stares at Klaus blankly but cannot reply or argue against him since they all know he is right. Klaus sighs and messes his hair and rests his head on his arms and looks down onto the floor. Noiselessly he shakes violently and cries. Trish, showing her sympathy,. She also didn't have to worry about word of her behavior getting back to her family because the racers were all breaking the law and no one could tell on her without incriminating themselves.Scott and Melody had great fun at this game until Tyrell showed up in his Veyron coupe. The race that day saw Scott's supercharged Porsche come in a distant second to the 1,000 horse-power Bugatti."Hand over my money, cracker!" Tyrell laughed when the dust had settled at the finish line. The money changed.