When Joyce finally arrived, I loved the look of shock in her eyes when she saw that I was not wearing the dress she expected me to wear. As we reached the darkened hallway, Joyce opened the robe, dropped it to the ground, and began to dance and whimper from the effects of the nettles. While she was carefully watching me, one of my groupie girls walked along side her and slipped on the floor and started to fall. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. She would only remember what happened before she put on the robe. She didn’t want to, but after a little more persuasion and a little bit of cash, she agreed. As soon as the sleeve ripped, everything began to fall apart. “Girls!”
With that the hallway lights came on and my whole crew of groupie girls came swarming out of the doorways. She found out from the dress shop which dress I had purchased and secretly ordered an identical dress which she gave to one of the white trash girls
