Jane felt her salivary glands working overtime. Was she about to be sick ? And was there a dignified way of telling gentle, strait laced Tally the ghastly truth ? That Mark had not as much driven but lurched her back to his flat, taken her up into his bedroom and...Remorselessly, the picture reeled fuzzily past on the blood-red screen at the back of her. They had even edited themselves down to the Most Gory bits.
The bits where Mark flopped her on to his bed and peeled her clothes off one by one. The bit where he had slowly pushed her legs apart. The crucial moment, the bit where wasn't supposed to happen had happened. It could not be held back. It had spurted everywhere.lol.wat ay book.Simply Divine.
there are even worst things.just couldnt blog it in.
*puke*