What the fuck, she's only a broad, right, Alex? And you joined in the laughter, I bet. I bet you just laughed your ass off."I sat there, dumbfounded a... her bitterness, at the hatred that she finally exposed, that had been bottled up for who knows how long. She didn't even give me a chance to reply."Here's what you're going to do, Alex honey. By the end of the day tomorrow, you're going to hand in your resignation. Oh yes, you're going to resign. But that's not the only thing you'll do. In your. After we drop our stuff off at the hotel, we'll all load up in van with Jeremy and Mitch and head to our first destination."Jeremy was a mouse and the one person on the team that Kohi felt comfortable with. He had a girlfriend and mostly kept to himself, but was friendly when spoken to. He was also a sketch artist for the magazine they worked for. Along with him riding in the equipment van was Mitch the otter. Mitch was laid back and friendly. For some reason, he was the only one that Alan. She needed to feel Abigail's hands exploring every inch of her. She needed Abigail to caress all the exposed skin, and then caress all the hidden skin. She needed Abigail's fingers to explore her breasts, to pinch her nipples, to massage her pussy and explore her vagina. Allison's need was so strong it began to consume her. She could think of nothing else. Her body began to ache for Abigail's touch. She skin was parched, thirsting for Abigail's tender offerings. She was going to lose her mind.. "Jimmy, come to the casting table,"Jimmy - a blond haired surfer looking dude, who probably spent more time surfing and laying on the beach getting high than anything else - sauntered over to us. I could tell he was fairly muscular beneath the white t-shirt and shorts that he wore, but that seemed to be the only muscle he possessed: upstairs, his vacant looking eyes gave an impression of no one being home."Sup?" he said, standing in front of us."Jimmy, you're doing a piss poor job with the.