Here we go...As the beginning credits start. I notice, and shout out... Hey! This is a real peoples version Cinderella! Where is the cartoon? I asked....Don't worry, my mother assured me. This is probably just another movie preview. Oh ok... But it wasn't, It was the movie! So then I shout out again... Ah, so it is the movie, and it is in real people! That's cool.... Trying to reassure my parents acceptance of the film since I really wanted it to be in cartoon. But at this point I just wanted to. I remember him putting on Killswitch Engage: The End of Heartache. We were just jamming along to it when he reached over and brushed the hair away from my face, grazing my cheek slightly. I leaned towards him, enjoying his touch. He took his other hand and cupped my face. Before I even knew what hit me he kissed me like he was starving for me. It was deep, so demanding, and I was glad I was sitting down. He ravaged my mouth. It was so fucking heated and intense it made me whimper. My lips felt. I got my lower legs, knees and elbows covered in fuel oil but soon I had opened a nearly foot wide channel to allow the fuel oil to start pouring into the meeting room. I gave the weak pipe another quick jolt of my knack to bust open up the leaking oil some more and soon got a nice flow going.Since I didn't want to set myself on fire too, I raced myself off to the guard's shower room to rinse all of the oil off of me before returning to the hallway to start the fun. There was just one slight. The hair that shimmered and sucked the darkness out of the night all at the same time. After fifteen years, it wasn’t hard to see the same features shining through.“Sheyla,” he said. “You probably don’t even remember me. I can tell this might not be a convenient time… but when the fuck is time ever on our side?”A half smile curled her lips and she nodded. “What’s time but the ass-fuck of the century,” she said, raising her glass.Pryce clanked her glass with his. “Do you remember my name?”She.