......I was sleeping over at my best friend's house one summer night. School was out and her parents had already gone to bed. It was after midnight an... we we were up late in pyjamas talking in her bedroom. I don't remember exactly how old we were, but I remember I had just gotten my first period a few months earlier.She was a couple of years older, with lovely long blonde hair and a budding figure that drove boys in school crazy and made me secretly jealous. All the boys (and some of the girls). Marie lay her down on thick towels spread on a counter top. She heard water running. Marie was singing softly to herself – a tune Priscilla didn’t recognize. She could hear chains rattling. Then, Marie came back into her field of vision. She picked Priscilla up and hung her from her shoulder hooks to a set of chains hanging from the ceiling. A shower came on, cold at first and then pleasantly warm, and Marie directed its spray over Priscilla’s flesh, turning her around to get her wet all over.. I don't even care if anyone is there I just start talking about Cyndy. You cant say enough about Cyndy. You cant even say her name enough. I think everyone should say it constantly: Cyndy Cyndy Cyndy If a conversation isn't about Cyndy I wont even listen. I listen about a minute. No that's too long. Maybe fifteen seconds. And if someone doesn't start talking about Cyndy it's like hello why are you even opening your mouth. I'm gone, out of there, cause there's only one thing worth talking about. Her body stiffened, breathing changed to a slow, deeper pace. Irene willingly offered her lips to his hungry mouth and started to unbutton his shirt. Her dress fell to the floor and she unbuckled his jeans with trembling hands. Leonard admired her well toned body, bronze tan and blond hair in the context of the soft, pastel colored lace underwear, exquisite does not even nearly describe the picture unfolding to his eyes as he took off her bra, revealing a pair of the most perfectly shaped.