I did not think she was gay. That was the last thought in my head. But there was something about her that was attractive. She had long black hair, sof... skin and lips that were so delicious.” Lauren smiled, reminiscing. Soon she was crying. Her friend held her. “She had a rough-around-the-edges feel, but she was such a softie. We became friends. Eventually we kissed at a party. Some people heard, outing me. God, I was such a bitch to her.”“Why?” Fancy said, with more concern. She never saw her. “Keep it up and you will wind up like that bitch on the ground in front of me.”As I put myself away, the cloaked man closed the distance between us, and I found myself pinned against the wall. At my throat was an intricate dagger with a wolf’s head separating the blade and hilt.“Do NOT try my patience boy, or you will end up lying next to the woman, just as dead as she is. The blade of this knife is coated in enough curare, that all I must do is press the tip into your skin enough to draw. You’re both cheaters, which I like about you, trust me. You really should forgive and accept each other.“That’s the path to a better marriage, if you ask me. Open your marriage up. You’ll both be much happier for it, trust me. The bishop can only blackmail you with leverage and this will take away a lot of that power, if you have no secrets from each other,” I replied, still keeping cryptic, even as I made suggestions and recommendations, “As much as I like cheaters, I like swingers even. And there wasn't a dry tampon left when we finished! Every one of the poor things had soaked up bunches of sticky young girl juice from our hot, wet cooters." Is that what you all did at slumber parties?" Well, later on, Patty found out that tampons swell quite a lot if you get them wet. So one time when I slept over at her house, her parents went out to a party and we had the house to ourselves. First we made sure the doors were locked - we didn't want to be surprised or raped or anything! And.