I can't read or write, I don't know figures, and I am a little small to shovel shit at the stable. If there was anything else that I could do I would ...lready be doing it." Tom nodded and knew that he was developing a respect for her. She was a fighter, and she was fighting the only way that she knew how. He nodded to her showing that he understood.A movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. He ducked as he heard the explosions. The movement had not gone unnoticed by John and. I went around to the driver’s side and opened the door. As I got in my small 2000 Honda Accord I asked “What do you think you’re doing?”“Sitting in your car, duh,” she replied in a sarcastic tone.“I know that, but you need to go to the back seat.” I replied just as sarcastically. “You know I pick up Ashley on my way to school.”“Why can’t she sit in the back?” Jessica asked trying to win me over with her puppy dog eyes.“Because she is my girlfriend and gets special privileges in My Car,” I said. ?Fuckhole? - just above her pussy. Mrs. Americana could see it all, but she could guess that girl wanted to make her as much obscene as possible. On her belly she painted various sexual scenes, with women being fucked by males, females and animals. Her poor breasts were next in line. ?Milk bag? ? that?s what was now written on each of them. ?Fuckslut? just above her breasts and ?sperm drinker? around her throat. ?Your lavatory? and ?your urinal? - such words adorned her cheeks with small. Directions to your office I mean; I do actually know where Washington is."Arriving at the campaign headquarters, she found the expected controlled chaos as the building almost shook from the combined activity of what seemed like hundreds of students, mostly male she noticed. More surprisingly, she was expected, and was immediately escorted to an office hidden away at the back of the building, guarded by heavily armed police."Good. I'm glad you could come," said Maria as Sharon was ushered in,.