Anders had said they were going to teach me to slow down when I interviewed and here this jerk was giving us fifteen minutes to produce a drawing that...our art careers were going to be based on. A drawing of a black vase. We could just scribble it with a crayon.I looked at the vase and plotted out the major points of the shape. As soon as my graphite touched the pad, my soul lifted and I was drawing. Fifteen minutes? Fuck him. I’m not going to rush through a drawing just to satisfy his. I’m going to turn in, I’ll see you in the morning.”She disappeared into her room, closing the door behind me, and I continued to play, softly for another half hour before I, too, went to bed.I was up with the lark the following morning, six-thirty, so I jumped into the shower, dressed and settled down at my desk to hit the school books. I got in an hour before Charlie wandered out of her bedroom, still in her pyjamas, hair tousled, looking very young.“Hi,” I greeted her, “did you sleep. I don't know how long it took me, but I eventually fell asleep, which was pretty odd, because I usually can't nap in the middle of the day. But I guess I didn't sleep well the night before. When I woke up I took my headphones off. I think my Mom and Dad were in their own world now. The stuff my mom was now listening to was different. This sounded more like erotica than the stuff I usually hear her listening to. I wonder if she thought I was still sleeping. I kept listening. It was describing an. “Please fuck me, I want it all… everything please” whimpered Anya in defeat. “Good girl” growled James, turning her face he slammed his mouth down on hers and invaded her mouth as Thor pulled her hips up and shoved her down onto him. Crying into James’s mouth as Thor fucked her pussy Anya could feel her muscles inside trying to force Thor to stay. But he was relentless slamming her hips down and twisting slightly so he just tapped her G-spot, keeping her in a permanent state of arousal, unable.