She suddenly felt her desire to become his perfect girlfriend flaring even more strongly as the words "slutty little nymphet" continued to echo inside...her mind. She would curse herself for drinking that stupid Perfect Girlfriend Juice if it hadn't made her love becoming a bratty, exhibitionist slut so much.So instead, she turned her flirting up a notch as they finally arrived at his office door."Are you sure you don't want me to be a slutty little nymphet for you?" she hissed in his ear as he. Then my aunt put her head on my shoulder then i started bugging my cusins and my Aunt too the all of sudden she grabs my cock the whole bulge i jumped i was like woahh and she laughed and then when my cusins friend left he went to sleep i went on the couch took off my shirt and i had some shorts under my pants and then inneeded a blanket so i walked in my aunts room and i seen her shoving that dildo from last time up her pussy i was ohh damm im sorry and left then she came out and said im sorry. "This looks good to me," I said."So you are pleased?" Yes. Thank you."Stephen's expression looked like ... was it relief? It would be an odd response, but it did look like that. He opened a cabinet and took a wooden box off the top shelf. He brought it to the table."The Text," he said.I came over. He opened the box and took out a book. I pulled a chair out and sat down in front of it.The paper was yellowed and fragile. I carefully opened up the cover. The first page said, "The Log of Alexander. There's no family to thumb her nose at. There would be little shock value these days, even among her set, as I can well attest. I can't figure a blackmail angle that makes any sense. Putting someone in their place? But who? And how? Some sort of weird sorority promise suddenly surfacing from the long past? Her husband's dying wish--okay, that's a little odd, but who knows? I sure don't. At any rate, it's on for tonight. 8:30. Her place.Just on time, I park in front of a very tasty Arts & Crafts.