It all sounded so simple, right? Well, it might have been, had the school not already been a buzz about how I was personally responsible for getting P...incipal Hayden fired. Now, it’s not as if anyone felt I did them a great disservice by ridding the halls of his presence, but when you slay someone who frightened the masses, you can often find yourself being the one who’s feared. I tried to be nonchalant about the whole thing, and squelch everyone’s inquiries into what happened, but Principal. It continued to grow, and his pants continued to rip.Pamela felt the hand reach out, fingernails digging deep gashes in her upper chest as he yanked on the neck of her sweater. It tore into strips of materials as though it was paper, tossed to the ground. Her chest stung where it was cut, but the fingers reached out again, this time; a large, sharp nail went between the cups of her bra. With a deft snap of his fingernail, the fragile material cut in half. Her hands reached up to cover her. ”A few minutes later, standing outside the church away from the children. She’s looking dead into camera. “My name is Emmanuelle Christie, and I want to have sex with a dog.”We see Emmanuelle on a train, in a tight t-shirt so tight we can see the pattern on her bra and another pair of jeans (not ripped this time) heading east from Cardiff, across the Prince of Wales Bridge to Bristol to meet our next dog and his owners.We’ve met Rocky in Gateshead, Bruno on the road in Scotland, Rebel in. I see him coming all over his boxers, letting out a sound just in time as a scary moment happens in the film. Nice timing, I’d say. When he finishes, he tucks his cock back into his jeans, smiling at me. Did that just happen? After the film is over, Matthew and Rose tell me they need to leave. They can’t be late, or they’ll be hell to pay when they do get home. Later on, I get a text from Rose telling me I should have worn girly clothes today, I explain to her why I don’t at home. She tells me.