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“But then I wouldn’t get to see you pop a blood vessel.” She’s right, I’m about to have a fucking aneurysm. I’m going to strangle this bitch, and by the time security guards pull me off, we’ll both be dead, me with blood coming out of my mouth, nose, ears, and eyes. “Spit out the gum or indian I’ll tell the TSA that you’re smuggling drugs.” “Jokes on you, getting a cavity search is one of the kinks in my three favorite fanfictions.” “How the hell did Elise ever put up with you?” “She didn’t, remember? That’s one of the reasons why she kicked me out.” “She should have put a plastic bag over your head and finished the job."“I tried that once during sex. Great orgasms but it ruined the money shot.” “Oh, dear God…” “Yes, all glory to the Deer God!” Elise, if you watch the news and happen to see that our flight got hijacked and crashed somewhere, just know it was me. You’ll understand why I did it. Momo, Sonja, Chloe, and Leah sat on the couch in Elise’s living room, looking out the window behind it. They all had the same thought: ‘Lorraine’s car is going to come back up the driveway right… now.’ Slithering by, Elise stopped and checked on them, overwhelmed by how pitiful they looked. She had just served everyone lunch, and while the girls ate gratefully, they had done so quickly so that they could rush back to the couch and keep a lookout. Maybe keeping them busy would cheer them up a bit. “I think it’s time for you girls to see what you’re in for. Betty, could you give them a crash course?” Betty got up from the dinner table and cricked her neck. “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea. All right, everyone, back to work.” Elise watched as the eight hybrids strolled outside to the barn, chuckling at the ridiculous sight. While it took a lot longer than I had expected, we were up in the air on our way to LaGuardia. Lorraine was sitting next to me, finally quiet. Since we were packed together with the other passengers, we weren’t able to talk about our pets and it seemed that she had run out of ways to annoy me. The plane had finally reached its cruising altitude and at last, I could relax. Ah, a window seat on an airplane with a cold drink and Time magazine. It’s blissful. “So, what was it like having anal sex with my sister?” I, along with several other people, choked on our drinks, as everyone within earshot turned their heads in utter disbelief that such a question would be asked out loud. I glared at Lorraine, who had a look of smug satisfaction upon finding a new way to embarrass me. “What the hell is wrong with you? Why would you even ask that?” “Just tell me whose idea it was. Did you have to dominate her or did she ask for it? I heard you two from the guest room but I had no idea you were taking the dirt road.” “I refuse to discuss this with you.” “Did you give her a Dirty Sanchez?” “I’m not answering.” “Did she give you a Cleveland Steamer?” "Yeah, indian well I go by Carla, because of some creepy old customers that tracked me down using my real name, so at work, I'm Carla, to everyone else- I'm Cassie." I advanced on her, ready to devour her right then and there. It was like a whirlwind though. This brought a gasp and Margie thrust her pelvis towards my The light it gave was just enough to make out some rough shadows on the walls of the room and the larger items within it. They didn’t move, frozen like deer in the headlights. At 9 pm I retired to the master bedroom for the evening and began to change into my nightie when I noticed the old, Gothic, full length mirror. I said as I clicked off the communicator then smashed it. The real fun she’d had was with Brian, and so her thoughts wandered unchecked, occasionally melting into whimsical, sensual fantasies. A whore. Moving on… Better to be me than someone unattractive, like Rheya. From where he sat he had the view of complete green surrounding a lake with a stream pouring from the mountain rock. This way it won’t be obvious I’m some kind of pervert peeping tom watching her. I was completely bare for them.