Still unable to move my head, I found myself staring at a spartan light blue wall, from a reclining position. I blinked my eyes. My head was throbbing... although I could sense no pain. Why can't I move? I thought. Am I paralyzed? I wiggled first my fingers, and then my toes, finding I had full control of both. With that question settled, I moved on to the next one. Why can't I move my head? The answer occurred to me in short order: I'd been immobilized somehow.But where am I? I thought. Forcing. Shela uske nipple ko pura gila kar chuki thi aur ab woh thoda niche ghuki aur pappu ka lund ko chumne lagi shela ke moo lagte hi pappu ka lund kadak ho gaya aur ab shela uske lund ke upar jib ghumane lagi jib se pappu ka lund ko chatne lagi aue ab woh uske lund ko apne tuk se pura gila kar diya aur lund ko moo me lene lagi gila hone se lund mast se shela ke moo me jane laga aur pappu ab uski moo ko dekh raha tha.Pappu: wow kya mast leti hai tu to mast chusu hai aam ki tara choosti hai wah mazaa. You have todecide what will make you happy," Katie responds to my implied plea.I know she is right but I was hoping she would give me insight. "Katie,can I ask you one more thing?" I say."Of course," she replies."Where did Alexa Marie come from?" I say with a smile on my face tryingto lighten the mood and get my head out of the war that is going oninside of me."I don't know just made it up! I think it sounds cute!" Katie says. "Itsounds a hell of a lot better than Alexa Michelle does. I. Moffatts carefully made-up face. Mrs. Moffatt helped a silent Abby load her van with stacked boxes of cookies. The older mom waved merrily to Abby as the blonde drove away. Little did Mrs. Moffatt know, Abby was plotting her next move. *********** Back in her little home, Abby dug through the boxes stacked in her closet. After a few minutes, she triumphantly hoisted three green items: a pleated skirt, a felt beret and a sash covered front to back with colorful badges. Shed found her old Girl.