” She pulled her scathing glare from Maddi and crushed the empty bag. “So where does Diana fit in this whole plan?”“She’s the main reason I ...topped,” Maddi admitted. “Diana thinks she owns women and plans to teach the futa she’s pregnant with the same thing. She’s fucking dangerous.”“Lord knows I won’t argue that point.” She sighed. “But Maddi—It sounds like you want some kind of redemption. I think God’s given you that opportunity.”“How so?” Maddi cocked her head with curiosity.“Stop Diana,”. — It had been a particularly long day, and I arrived home with a lot of pent up energy from all the frustration. I made a simple dinner and settled down into the evening, though unsure of what to do with myself. I had the house to myself tonight, since Rob had sent me a text earlier saying hed be home late from work. Although it didnt fit my energy level, I settled on some recreational reading. I had some laundry to get a move on first though, so I spent some time gathering it up and trucking. That fence rail would never hold that much weight.”“Bob, I kind of cheated a little. When the fence rails were going in I reinforced the rails with a two inch rod of titanium through the center of each rail and each of the posts too. I hope you are not mad. I wanted to assist and did not know of any other way to help. I wanted a fence that was very strong and would last for years. The rods were chemically treated so that the wood would dry and harden, yet not be brittle. I know I should have. . I've seen 'G' strings that covered more. It was a narrow strip of cloth that was held in place by a string. It didn't even cover my bush, in fact it just did cover the lips of my pussy. My pubic hair is not straight and flat like some of the girls in your magazine, it is curly and puffs out and was sticking out all around that narrow little ribbon.The casting director liked what he saw and I made the final cut and was sent to see one of the 'dressers' in wardrobe to have something done about.