Are you seriously telling the truth?”Nodding sincerely she traced the outline of my rigid member with her finger. “She is a bonified, dyed...in the wool, skank. She had it down to a science.”“What do you mean, science?” I asked.“The first thing I noticed was when we all got dressed, one of Emily’s other friends Lindsey mentioned that Jaclynn wasn’t wearing any underwear. Just that dress.” She pointed to the screen to the girl standing just to. “Yet I’m no longer at home, and people may react strangely to this...” - raising her arms to the top and stretching herself, she marked the end of her work. In this dark, stormy weather, she wrote a letter to her home village, Kokoto, where she had lived the previous 23 years of her life. Leaving her home where she lived with her mother and stepfather, she traveled by ship to Jumbo, a port town that was recently only a small village, but is now a hub for many nearby lands. In it, she plans to. He's so fucking beautiful, she thought, recalling how he had made her come the last time they were together..Lou turned away from two guys he had been talking too and noticed her just as she was exhaling a cloud of blue smoke. He stared for a moment. There was a brief glimmer of surprise in his eyes, and then smiled. Laura returned the smile, only hers must have told everyone in the bar that she wanted to fuck him."Hi Lou, how're you doing?" she asked casually."Laura! What the hell are you. Janine twisted herself to face this glorious treat, a warm feeling building up from inside and already burning in her crotch. Jazz samples. Vocal samples. Phat beats. Squelching 303s. Twisted, byzantine bass, grinding through beats, scattered and angular in the Drum and Bass, plain and flat through the Hard House, bouncy and joyful over the Progressive House, fucked up and fucking glorious in the most wicked of Break Beats. She was truly lost in music. She was got down and dirty. Sweat.