"Yes, let's try that."She now filled her fingers with gel, rubbing it through his hair. Shethen dug some clips into his hair on the top and sides, bef...re snappingit in the back. He could feel the hair on his shoulders now, as shetook a fine toothed comb through the hair on his forehead that she wasnow blending into his fall. Finally he watched her take a large curlingiron in her hand and quickly began styling the front of his hair andcombing it with the fall and behind his ears. The sales girl. The seat's pressing hills, and the sight of Phone Julie's lascivious sucking, was driving Julie wild. She wanted to taste Phone Julie's fingers. She'd do it right there on the grassy subway if she could, she thought. She'd even share them with Phone Julie. They could suck her cunt-stained fingers clean together.Phone Julie stepped backward from the camera. "Daddy said if we get enough tips, he'd give me one of my favorite treats." Phone Julie turned slowly and gazed back over her shoulder.. “Close your eyes.” He tells me. I do as he asks and he leads me a bit further down the path. He stops and say’s, “Here. Open them now.” I open my eyes and see that he has brought me to a clearing in the garden. On the ground is a blanket spread out. He pulls me onto it and gently lay’s me down. We lay side by side, our eyes locking on one another. He leans in and kisses me lightly. I kiss back with a little more force, and soon our lips are embraced in a deep, passionate kiss. He pulls back. After the endless blows, his claw finally releases me. Oxygen races to my brain and rips through my lungs. I spit blood and cough with long broken gasps. As I regain consciousness, I softly begin to cry devastated that I didn’t get to die. The realization coupled with my undoubted brain injury makes my skull feel like it is about to crumble to pieces at any second. “Listen, you nasty bitch,” He says darkly. “Fight me and I’ll kill you." I cower as far away from him as I can then begin to brush.