” I had no time to answer, even if I had wanted. The teacher walked in and started class.I was devastated. Missy knew. I guess I could not cover my ...eelings for Brantley very well.I was unable to concentrate during class after that. I just wanted to get up and walk out and hide in the girl’s bathroom stall. I wanted to just bawl my eyes out. I was actually hurt. Really hurt.When the bell rang to change class, I ran out of the room, not wanting to even have a word with Missy, but I knew I would. We discussed exactly what he wanted and I was stunned when he accepted my estimate. Maybe Beth's dad wasn't so far off on prices after all!I drove home to try out a couple of ideas and read through "my" Photoshop manual—hoping I hadn't promised something I couldn't deliver. Beth had convinced me to unload the program from her machine and put it on mine. With the warning that it better not mean she'd never see me anymore!The next afternoon I stopped at the photo store where I'd rented the strobe. I whisper in your ear how much I desire you. Kissing down your neck, then returning to your lips, this time I kiss you harder, my tongue slowly teasing yours, drawing you inside my mouth.Wanting to make love to you for so long has given me plenty of time to dream up exactly what I wanted to do.Your hands are not idle. I can feel them stroking my back, long strokes that press me closer to you each time you make the pass from my shoulder to my waist. The gentle pressing against each other is. I'll smell when they're finished."She turned and walked out, the twin mounds of her ass rotating like pillows in a dryer.This is crazy, Arnie thought. She just ate enough donuts to fill up a horse, and yet she wants more. How can that be? Arnie wasn't a believer in magic or the supernatural, but he was starting to think there was some drug in that flour, something that made people hungry.He decided to try the flour himself. He went over to the storage shelves and pulled the black bag down. He.