"I... don't know how to ."Faye shook her head, the blue streak moving like a water spout."Fucking great. Just tell her you're sick or something. I don...t know,cramps?"Bobbie ran a hand through her hair. This is gonna be a long weekend.Faye and Bobbie ate leftovers that night while Faye went through thefinal checklist."Faye, I think I've got this," Bobbie said, hoping that Faye wouldstop droning on about the minutiae of her life."You better hope so," Faye replied. "I don't want to make a. " Do you think she'd like to make it with me?" I've seen her make it with chicks who looked a lot less talented than yourself. Sure, I saw the way she looked you over, the way she eyed you on top and on bottom, the way she caught sight of that fabulous turning of your hips as you walked across the room. That's the real go-ahead."Complimented, her confidence boosted, Vern said, "I guess we'll just have to wait and see what'll happen, won't we?"Just then, the bitch started to moan out, obviously. You're a bastard for doing this to me... I don't want to think about you... but I can't stop myself. I want to be your slut," Lori whispered knowing she was slipping deeper and deeper in her neighbor's grasp. She had said it to him. Lori had told Ken that she was his woman, his slut and that she dreamed of him, but now she felt relieved. Ken was too powerful, she deemed, and controlled her inner being like no other. She felt the little Chinese man fucking her like she was a bitch in heat but. ..like this." I said handing her a picture. "That's a Praying Mantis I saw earlier today." "It looks creepy." she said. "Exactly Creepy and Cool." "What's your name?" she asking sitting next to me. "I'm Bently John Carrol the 3rd, but must people call me BJ. What's yours?" I asked. "I don't know." she said shaking her head. "How can someone not know there name?" I asked. "I forgot it, It's been so long since anybody needed to know." she said. "Well if you're gonna be my friend then you're gonna.