We played against Roger, the host of the party, and might i add as a side note: Roger was a cocky, outrageous flirt and on more than one occasion trie... to hook up with me (without success might i add!) Rogers team-mate was some guy i didnt know, who was giving me the 'sup' look the entire time he approached the table. I remember thinking either hes really muscular or his shirts too tight but either way he was decently cute. He had a bright white smile and his five oclock shadow made it seem. I think I stumbled over a couple numbers: seventeen sixteen fifteen sixteen fifteen fourteen, but I was pretty good at it. “Shit? Am I going to have to slit my wrists?”There was a big razor of glass just waiting for me. I chose not to. I didn’t know if evil me thought it was better for me to die than it was for him to see his kids again. My, heartbeat, kids. I didn’t want to black out. I didn’t want him to come back. I didn’t care if he did from time to time if I had my family. Fuck Island was. Everyone stared at the empty syringes in front of each agent, except Randall, who still had his old body. I reached back to pull my ponytail onto my shoulder. I smiled at the lovely blonde, silky hair. I inhaled the scent of strong, flowery perfume. I'd have to thank Kenneth later for this unique experience. I wore tight black shorts and a t-shirt with the word "Spirit" written across my breasts. I could feel the tight sports bra which felt like it was supposed to keep my breasts from. She felt so human. Warm and clean and alive.Her snatch was still slick around his hand and the more he touched her, the wetter she became. He didn’t know how much longer either of them could take it. She was stroking him faster now and the grace of her fingers felt like it could drive him insane. He pulled his hand away from her snatch and took advantage of her surprise to push her fingers away from his throbbing cock. He wrapped his silky wet hand around it and took a moment to push her legs.