.. busy. But, recently, I've experienced a renewedinterest in writing, and this little drabble of a story is the firstto see the light of day. I hop... you all enjoy it.I dedicate this story to all the Usual Suspects -- Wendy-J, P.J.Wright, Janice Dreamer, Carrie Gore, among others -- all authorswhose work always astounds me and causes me to aspire to be bettermyself.This story may ONLY be posted at FictionMania unless the individualwishing to post it elsewhere contacts me (at chilli_tng at. No one even bothered to ask where I'd spent the night as I handed out assignments. Fifteen teens eventually arrived, and although the atmosphere was more party-like than business-like, by two in the afternoon a first coat of paint was put on every room in the house.The boys had also carried down the furniture that had been stored in the attic for the last four years; a dining room table, a couple of sofas that would be okay in the den or on the porch, my parents old bedroom furniture, and. Ask Trina about it. Whether you like it or not is unimportant. You are going to take it in the ass." Jim flatly stated."Pets, your leashes please."Both girls brought Jim their leashes. He hooked them to their collars and led them back to the main dungeon room. Jim pointed to the blood and other debris Sandra had left. "Trina, clean that mess up. You'll find cleaning supplies in the last cabinet. Be sure to use lots of disinfectant. Cindy, over here please."Jim had Cindy stand at the end of a. My aunt and her just started talking to each other and she told about some stuff so aunt asked her to give her number, she was staring at me but i did not show my intentions as i am very descent in front of my family. So the gal asked me my number and she gave to me hers.1 month passed and I had completely forgotten about her, I received a call from a girl and she asked do you remember me. I said sorry I dont remember then she told me where we met so we talked abt 15 mins. And I just said I am.