" You," he motioned to Ms. Bourgeois, "Open up them first two."Patrice clung to me like a wet shirt. I held her close, to allay her fear.Ms. Bourgeois...opened the two cabinets. The bottom were cluttered with folded easel stands, stretched canvasses, and other assorted art supplies. Each had a top shelf with tubes and bottles of paint." Clear 'em out," the thief shouted. "Help her." He waved his knife at Annie. Her first step was towards him. "Don't be stupid. I'll slash this, and then you, if. “There’s that fear again.” He whispered slowly. “You know what that does to me.”Rick took a step forward. “This is insane.”“Back off.” Michael snarled.“Let her go, Michael. Now.” Rick commanded.“Oh, so now you’re the brave protector, trying to save the ‘innocent’ one?” Michael snapped. “Believe me, Rick. She’s not so innocent. And damn if she’s not extremely talented at what she does.” He taunted.“I won’t let you hurt her.” Rick fired back, infuriated.“You don’t have a choice!” Michael yelled. --Sarah, 7 years old‘My Dad loves beer. The more he drinks, the better he dances. One time he danced right into the pool.’ --Lily, 7 years old‘I don’t like beer very much. Every time Dad drinks it, he burns the sausages on the barbecue and they taste disgusting.’ --Ethan, 7 years old‘I give Dad’s beer to the dog and he goes to sleep.’ --Shirley, 7 years oldAND THE BEST RESPONSE‘My Mum drinks beer and she says silly things and picks on my father. Whenever she drinks beer she yells at Dad and. She pressed her body against mine as we clumsily made our way to the bedroom. She unbuttoned my shirt as I took my pants off. My cock sprung up as it leaked out of my underwear. She reached down and fondled my ball sack. I plunged my hand down her panties and felt her nicely trimmed bush and the moistness between her legs. She raised her arms upwards and I pulled off the shirt. We didn't say anything as she moved onto the bed. I moved between her legs and dove in. I plunged my tongue into her.