Or?" I ask, grinning as Sarah struggles to keep a straight face."Or..." Sarah teases. "I have two long-sleeved leotards, one eveninggown, a strapless ...inidress and a calf-length pencil skirt that kindaneed modelling..." And you tell me this AFTER my birthday?" I retort, making Sarah giggleas she leaps off the sofa to grab the items of clothing that shementioned (and, of course, made). Naturally- after applying a full face of make-up, of course- I spendmost of the next two hours modelling the. This left my teleporting bit feeling increasingly achey and hurt, my brain feeling like it was being squished and set on fire, all at the same time. I gritted my teeth and fought through the pain, trying to ignore Blackheart’s screaming and swearing, and Kira’s howling in terror. She was, at the very least, not trying to punch me in the face. She was just clinging to me.Blip.The city was sprawling beneath us.Blip.The wind was roaring.Blip.We appeared right beneath the curve of a dome that sat. I was really getting worried by this time. He rummaged through my things, and found a sweatshirt, and put it over my head, and tied the sleeves around my head. I started whimpering and moaning. The wires were cutting my wrists, but that was the least of my worries. He then got up on his knees behind me between my widespread legs, and started teasing my a--hole with his co----ad. He put some cream on it, and started slowly applying pressure to my hole. I tried to relax, to make it less painful,. Nancy heads down the library steps and leads you to her blue convertible. You both hop in. As she slides in, the wind catches her skirt and it flips up showing a firm, toned thigh and her entire hip; revealing a light pink thong. She quickly pulls it back into place, and you don't say anything.You think to yourself, "A thong... well, maybe Nancy Drew isn't quite as innocent as everybody thinks."As she pulls out onto the street, you are looking forward to spending some time with this.