This sends fear in them bringing any thoughts of bringing you home with them to a halt. Now that we’re in the club it’s time to start things off r...ght and what a better way to do that than with alcohol. I’m talking the good stuff after all I am a baller. Hennessey as a starter head straight to it because we’re there to party it’s no fucking social gathering. Sling it way back until we feel the rush through our bodies and the heat gets us hot. Kicking in me Ima just put my hands around you at. I wedged my feet in the rear ones, putting me behind her. Close enough that with no effort at all, our bodies were touching."Ready to ride? Hang on."There were no grips for the passenger. I reached for the only part of the jet ski available - the handlebars, or whatever they're called.Falen slapped at my hand. "I'm the driver, you're the passenger. Got it? Here we go." She revved the engine, and we took off, perpendicular to the pier, straight out into the lake. I threw my arms around Falen's. Caro reached over and picked up the receiver. “Susan, he’s not coming. Got that? Or rather he’s not coming to you. Instead he’s coming to me, for me, and into me. Now get the fuck off the phone and go and play at being the perfect hostess with the bloody Aitchisons!” Meaningfully she replaced the receiver. “That was brilliant. I would never have dared say something like that, even though I’ve wanted to.” Caro rolled off Jerry to lie beside him, this time on her back. . Not for a minute. All she was interested in was checking whether my uniform complied with the school's dress code. So I pouted my lipstick smeared stingy-bee lips and fluttered my mascara dipped eyelashes and closed my eyes so she could admire my copper glint eye-shadow and even tried lowering my gaze and clasping my hands together in front of my sodden-cuntedness whilst I rotated my body and my right foot back and forth in a display of pure, unadulterated teen-angel innocence. All of which.