”“I haven’t got plaits!”“Oh! Nor you have! Oh well! I’d better give you a kiss instead then.”He pecked her forehead. Her arms tightened ...omentarily and then she disentangled and climbed off his knee.“Whisky time!” she said. “Um, c-could I have a gin and tonic?”Peter stood up, pursed his lips and tried to look solemn.“How old are you?” he asked sternly.“Theventeen an’ a bit,” she answered in a little girl voice and then pealed with laughter.“Hmm!” he said sternly and then laughed, put his arms. "You don't like Ally?" No!" Briana looked up. "That's ... that's the sort of assumption I'd like to avoid. That's what I need you to help me with." Alright then, you ... Are you a cultist who can't attend weddings without a ritual flogging? I'm sure I can get a whip from somewhere." No!" Briana managed with a slight smile."Do I get a third guess? You're secretly a demon, and you'll catch fire if we push you onto holy ground." Are you going to take this seriously?" I'm trying. I just don't. Dale asked, "Can you name one other thing you've learned since coming here?" No," Denise said. She gave Dale a smug look and said, "From my perspective I'm getting the worst end of the deal so I'd say that we're even." Have you learned to appreciate your food rather than obsess over it?" Dale asked in a reasonable tone of voice."I guess," Denise answered faltering in her answer."Have you learned that your body can actually do things that you thought were impossible?" Dale asked."I learned that. Fuuuuck it harder you mother fucker.fuck! fuck!fuck!fuck!OH!i love it.”My mommy knows most of the south Indian languages along with Hindi and English. With my friends, she is the real heroine. They become horny when they see her. They call her shabby-chic-mommy for the way she dresses, for the blow job she gives and the sex talk she gives. Sometimes when they go really horny, she lip locks with them and says ” Enough you fucker I’m like your mom, now go and shag it off .”When I’m, 15 years old.