I'd have to put the word out about him. I smiled, thinking of his impending comeuppance. How would I do it? Denounce him in the middle of th... crowd? Or just leave him hanging? I imagined the look on his face when his drugged out sex puppet suddenly turned into a very lucid, very sober, very angry feminist avenger. He'd be finished of course, unable to show his face around at parties. Branded as a sleazeball rape artist. I pretended to giggle at something he said. He stroked my. Then his pants, he wore no underwear and OMG WTF his cock was bigger then she had ever seen let alone fucked. He stood right infront of her and kissed her and rubbed her clit a little. Her put her arms over his head and pulled off the counter so she was hangin around his neck. Her little muscular body climbed his hold herself ot by putting her feet on his hip bones. She immediately felt the baseball head of his cock rubbing her clit, she thought she was holding herself further from it but it. "I said, "I'm a b b b Girl. I'm a pretty girl, and girls wear makeup allthe time." I was repeating the hypnosis chant from last night.Mum said, "Yes, eyeshadow foundation light blush, lip liner andlipstick." Can't wait," my sister squeeled, with joy!More dressmaking, and secretarial studies today. my long nails make itdifficult to write, and i think i need glasses. I'll mention that tonightwhile we are at the salon.Which all to soon happened. Laid out on the beuticians bed, slowlytatooing on. Sammy and I played our new acoustic version of Jason Duffy’s written song, Feels So Good. Once more Eda sat Indian style on the stage in front of me, and played her bongos as Lisa slipped on her new bass guitar. All four girls harmonized with me as I sang our stripped down version of this future Van Halen song.All of us but Lisa quickly changed out, or returned to our main instruments as our busty bass player introduced our final two songs for this performance; Sammy’s Hit Me with Your Best.