Maria is very kind-hearted, especially for someone who is so wounded inside. Abby is a freakin’ rockstar! And Angie—well, Angie is a sweety but ma..., she hates you something fierce! She hides it from the rest of everyone as best she can, but since I’m not under your allure, I can see how she feels more clearly than the others can.“Plus, Ang can’t lie to me whenever I ask questions. And from what I’ve gathered, it seems to be more than her just blaming you for the werewolf killing her family. She. He pushed some rolled up bank notes into my hand, gave me another hug, picked up his small suitcase in one hand and his heavy camera equipment bag in the other and walked to the back door. He stood there and waited for me to follow and open the door for him. "Bye Becci, take care precious," he said as he struggled through the door and out towards his waiting taxi.The house was suddenly quiet. I unfolded the money that Daddy had squeezed into my hand. As I started to count it I was thinking. " Don't bother. I've read them on Fictionmania." Indeed. These insults do not bother you, Mistress?" Of course it bothers me, but I don't let it control me or influence my actions to any great extent. I enjoy dressing like a woman and if others don't like it then they will have to deal with it." How very American, Mistress." I suspect you're right, Jawad. If the stories are true you must have been around for thousands of years, we upstart Yankees have changed the world quite a bit in the last. I sat down, and Abby followed, sitting between my legs and leaning back into my chest. The moment was perfect. We talked casually about the wedding and our drunken friends which attended it while the sky gradually shifted from blue, to orange, to pinks and purples. As dusk reached to horizon and the stars started to shine, I knew it was time to start heating things up. Pulling my hands away from hers, I slowly traced my sandy finger tips over her hips and up her stomach. Moving one hand away to.