She's sitting on the far side of the fire, half-cloaked in the shadows of the abandoned building. Her badge glints in the firelight, just a little bit...brighter than her eyes. She swigs from her beer, something cheap and American, never quite taking her eyes off me, like she'd just seen a ghost. "That's all, folks," I croak, managing a good-natured smirk. I'm vaguely aware of having narrated the experience for her. Its funny, talking out loud kinda seems to come naturally with psychic. The lights began to dim, and the DJ spoke up.“Welcome everyone to the famous Hen House New Years Party! A party that’s sure to go down in history as one of the best ever! Just a few words as a reminder to our valued members and those guests attending for the first time about the rules the staff asks you abide by. We don’t want to see anyone asked to leave for being unruly. No smoking inside or in the washrooms. Guys if you ask a girl for a dance, a fuck, or blow job, or anything else for that. “Go on, you want to, I know you do.” There was a slight pause, as Anna stared at me, her eyes not leaving mine. Could I? What if I did? What would happen? All these thoughts rushed through my head. I had never hit a woman in my life but this was what I had been dreaming about, for so long. No I wasn’t ready to go this far. Within a split second my mind was made up, I couldn’t do it. “Just slap me, slap me now. It won’t hurt me, I promise. Slap me, slap me like you want to, I know you do.. I was never able to talk to her as my mom used to be always near her and she used to talk to my mom a lot. When she washed clothes her knees would press against her boobs making her boobs pop out from the top this is a killer scenery.One day my mom had to go to her friends house and even I had college, my mom left but I didn’t feel like going to college that day so I stayed back, I was alone so I took at cigarette and was smoking on the balcony and suddenly the balcony door opened and my maid.