.. 68, I think”“And John, who just died?”“He was 61 ... and my dad is 40-something; I get it, you’re saying, ‘Life Happens,’ aren’t yo...?”“Smart boy, so, we are both 16, waiting to get married. Why don’t we elope and not tell them?”I had that idea before, but now it makes it made more sense. “Yeah, why don’t we elope, but do it in Vincennes?”“You can cum now if you want Paul, I am ready for your baby maker batter!She is quite a seductress, because that was all I needed to hear, and I came like a. A whirl of white mist surrounded me rapidly; it was like standingin the middle of a sandstorm. My skin stung and I lost my breathfor a few seconds, then the mist dropped as suddenly as itappeared. I could breathe again. 'Well, that was a spookyexperience,' I thought. I looked around after the genie, but hewas gone. Maybe I'd just had a daydream, but the glass bottle infront of me made me wonder. I took a long step forward.I rapidly noticed a lot of things: a clear double movement in mychest. ..add in the coke and she was suddenly frightened of what this man might get away with. Damnit, she was his to control."No...." she hissed, shaking her head, brow furrowing angrily as she broke out of her Black cock-fixated trance. She couldn't let this happen to her. This d**g peddling thug couldn't just simply own Lena Headey, worth millions on paper, out of pure lust for his meat. She wouldn't let him believe it, her insufferable pride shining through even in this moment; though it took. Sunday night Mom, Gloria, and I flew from Sacramento to Los Angeleslanding a little after eight in the evening. The flight lasted all of anhour, but at least I got a window seat and watched the ground go by andtried to figure out where we were. I guess the boy was still alive andwell.Hollywood Models put us up at the Ritz-Carlton and seeing as how thefanciest motel I had ever stayed at, you know the one with a six in thename, I was awe struck. Everyone that spoke to me knew my name and calledme.