"Damn it, I'm 19! Why am I acting like a baby?"My eyes shot up and I saw both the man and woman looking at me. Oh god, did I say that last part out lo...d? I thought. The woman gave me a warm smile, but my cheeks reddened even more as I hid my face behind the notepad. Why did I have to have red hair? No one else blushes so easily. Why me? Shit, I have to get back to work.Glancing first at the woman and then the man, I found them both reading. I sighed deeply, and then quickly looked to see if. Vonna was very strong willed and it didn’t bother her a bit to be there with me and Debbie. She knocked on the door and then walked in. Imminently, Debbie and Vonna got into it. First was a lot of yelling, then pushing, then a fight. I thought about trying to stop it but thought they probably needed to work it out by themselves. Besides, I was enjoying it. It was getting intense and clothes were being ripped off and handfuls of hair were being pulled! My wife, a little overweight, and not. After another trip to the prep table, the doctor returned with two smallerdouble donuts. These were slid over Black's hands to the wrist, then the twoheld hands and the Skin was rolled over, locking their hands together, tightat their waists. Chloe could see them shivering in anticipation for what camenext. ?This is something they love,? the doctor explained to her literally captiveaudience. ?I developed this before the Blackskin.? A gold bottle came out ofthe wheelchair's pouch. ?I did it once. I won’t lie. I wanted to run. I didn’t understand any of this. I wasn’t afraid as such. What I felt wasn’t exactly fear, or at least it didn’t feel like fear. It was just a sort of primal awareness of my own body – every pore of it – and a keen awareness of the fact that I was trapped: that there was no way out of this burning building. Ridiculously, my own life started flashing before my eyes. It was the first time I’d been able to remember anything. The memories, though, were no more than a.