M, I sat quietly as books were dropped on desks as usual. I gathered mine to put in my bag and noticed something loose in the middle pages, I opened i... up and there folded in the middle was a torn out page with my writing, staring back at me. A parting gift from Mr. M simply letting me know that he’d read my writings. Was it so terrible? Had I really embarrassed myself as much as I thought? Or had it been a dream?Dear Mr. M,First off I owe you an apology. A few months ago someone stole your. The thought of you circling it over my clit drives me wild," I smile. "Whatever you want, I'll give it to you, Rachel, seeing as you gave me what I wanted last night," she replies with a wink. Placing my hands above my head I begin to feel my legs twitch and lose control of my breathing. "Slow down a little, I'm too close. I want to savour this moment with you," I say. Watching her head pop up from between my legs, I gently raise myself and passionately kiss her sweet lips. Sliding my tongue. 19. How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear or understand a word they said?20. I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars team up to prevent a jerk from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers and sisters!21. Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.22. Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, finding. ’ She went out into the now night air and lit a cigarette with shaking fingers. God, she hated men like that. Men who thought they had to be coarse and disgusting. It was revolting. She had run into enough of them over the last three years and had learned to avoid them like the plague. Well, it just went to show that even perfect looks hid a dark side. Too bad he was so damn handsome. ‘Hey, hold up. Stop dammit, come on will you?’ A male voice made her pause until she saw who it was. Instead,.