We went to have an ice cream after school hours and she called her house saying she would be late coz of tuitions and had we started having the ice cream inside the car so no one notices us and were chatting and I said you showed off so much that you made me fell depressed and she said I am sorry and said she wontedly did that, since she wanted to have a demand that is what I imagine, and later after having the ice cream we threw the Italian cups down and when turned to meet found when throwing the ice cream out she had opened just a quarter of the window and when throwing it out the Italian cream had fell on her skirt and her shoulder very near to her breast.I took my hand kerchief out started to take away the cream out with my kerchief and there she was clean but she said it is somewhat milky and wanted water to wash the particular area out slightly so I brought one water packet what we get for one rupee and bite opened and inside the car I gave her and she poured it in her skirt. "You know. Rape."Same look.She rolled her eyes. "Do you need the Webster dictionary?" What do you mean by wanting me to rape you?"She sat down beside me on the sofa. "Well. It's kind of like a fantasy of mine."I eyed her as if she had suddenly spouted big floppy ears. "That's really sick, Lizzie." Oh, come on, Josh! I don't mean really raped, but like a fantasy." She leaned on me."What brought this on?"She smiled slyly. "I read something about it."That shouldn't have surprised me, with the whole crazy sex-behind-the-wheel thing we had just yesterday, but it did. "I think that I'm gonna have to start screening your reading materials from now on."She giggled and crooked an arm around my neck. "What's wrong?" she whispered into my ear. "You've never fantasized about raping anyone before?" Lizzie!" Just as a fantasy, Josh!" I shook my head. "You mean you've never wanted to roughly bite these?" She cupped her breasts. "You've never dreamed about forcing someone to blow you?" She placed a.
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