Hi daddy… Kiara said. Simba then noticed the cut on one of her legs. Hey, what happened to you? Simba asked. Oh, Id rather not say… Kiara started,...with a vague feeling of shame in her voice. Kiara, Im your father, dont be afraid to talk to me about your problems. Simba quickly responded. Your sure you wont be mad at me? Kiara asked with a look of hurt on her face. Im sure I wont if youd just tell me how you got that cut on your leg. Simba answered. Kiara rolled her eyes, as if there was nothing. “Behold your car!” He showed off.Scott looked wide-eyed at the altered condition of the Mercedes, “How did you paint it black so fast?”“Spray paint and a roller brush,” he boasted. “I have friends who do me honest favours and don’t ask why. I even got you a Ghanaian licence plate,” he said, pointing to the rear bumper.Scott had to silently laugh at the feeble yet honest attempt to disguise the Mercedes. The executives at Mercedes would cry if they saw the amateurish paint job done to it.. " Bobby new about my nursing background, but what he didn't know was that I worked my way through UCLA by giving erotic massages out of an apartment in Santa Monica. I had a lot of experience with men's sexual response at a pretty detailed technical level. "Tell me what happened", I said, "Let me help." I can't talk about something like this with you", he stammered, blushing yet again. Bobby's parents were strict fundamentalist Christians, so sex was not likely a common topic of discussion.. . and more, before the club. The bus was crowded with college and university students plus people going going home from work. Drinks at four bars saw them entering the club and Esther went to the ladies to have a piss and tidy their makeup. She had to wait for a cubicle, the one at the very end of five seemed to be permanently occupied. Finally she entered, at the very limit of pissing her panties ... or thong ... why did she leave it so long. Esther had been hopping from one foot to the other.
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