Expecting a vicious battle, I check I have two pairs of panties on to protect my groin against Lauren's claws. I smirk at the thought of the cum stain on the ceiling of our bedroom, the result of an accident my boyfriend had last night when i told him what i was going to do to lauren in the next few minutes. The water squelches in my trainers and i am instantly transported back to my first scraps back in high school in Wales. As the distance between us narrows, a nagging doubt catches me about whether the 38 fake fans that voted for no show chloe in the last round are in today's crowd.
The same boyfriend I was shagging during the summer and the same “boyfriend” who was texting me this morning!
Your taxi man watches on as a brunette in red steadily marches towards a brunette in black. The surface is treacherous and our pristine white trainers are a meer shadow of their former selves. We halt our march about a metre from each other.
Tits out and hands on hips I make myself big as I glare at you.
You’ve really piled on the pounds haven’t you Laura? That’s obviously why Andy’s been texting me again.
