We met at a resto and sure in she came on super high black pumps – an inch and a half under the ball of her k**die feet (size 35! hmmm) which meant ...our inches at least of heel. Not only did they fit like a glove on her, she could actually walk on them too with ease.She wore an all red mini dress open at the back, plenty of make-up and had thick raven-black touching her skin and a face to die for: the same pouty cock-wanting lips as my friends girl – hmmm, so hot! As I helped her get on the bar. He began to shake, furious that this man used his child this way. He then apologized. He cried as he held her and apologized for how he’d treated her for the last five years. He swore to her that man would never hurt her again, and he would not come near her children. Janice was no longer sobbing, just quiet. Her dad told her she was safe, and she believed him. ‘Sweetheart, we must go to church. Can you dress Tracy? I want you with me today. There is something I must do’, he stated. He was. That gave her some hope and she kept at it for over two hours, stressing how important it was for Hannah to bring the pouch to Ben, emphasising how much better Hannah would feel about herself if she did so.Hannah's tossing and turning increased until at last she awoke and sat up. For some reason she felt it was really important to take Ben's pouch to him. Adam's actions had left her feeling ashamed and guilty and she couldn't get the picture of Sarah's tear stained face out of her mind. Somehow. "Truth or dare?"I shook my head slowly. "Dare, I guess."She smirked, and looked out to the soccer field. "I dare you to run out to the soccer field as fast as you can."I could either bitch out and not do it, or increase our friendship levels by doing something funny. Of course, being the comic I was, I chose the second option. I started at her for a few seconds, and when she started to speak again, I leapt up and sprinted for the trail to the soccer field. I could hear my sneakers smack against.