Walking Within the Shadows: Part II

By David Layman

In the second book of the series, WALKING WITHIN THE SHADOWS; Part #2, offers a continuing glimpse into the fast paced life of Miss Annabelle Jackson. The story moves rapidly as Annabelle finds herself living in South Beach, Florida, attempting to fit into a world of high glamor where everyone gauges each other much differently, as she soon discovers! Caught up in a number of new settings, and a number of rather troubling issues that confront her on a day-to-day basis, Annabelle finds herself increasingly unhappy with this new environment where everyone seemingly attempts to foment an allure and a sensuousness while seeking out their fame and fortune. But, Annabelle has many other hidden secrets that predispose her, and in spite of herself, Annabelle finds it increasingly difficult to hide away, to hide in the shadows due to her increasing notoriety in the world of modeling.

As the story unfolds, Annabelle has quickly evolved from the gangly, unsteady, teetering teen living in Ft. Lauderdale, to so suddenly becoming a rapidly rising star in the fashion and modeling world in South Beach, Florida. Yet, as events unfold and Annabelle has what it takes to ascend to near super model status, she appears to mature rapidly and seems to be rather aloof and detached about all the hoopla that is suddenly surrounding her. It is as if Annabelle Jackson is unimpressed with her new-found notoriety and fame. Yet, for all that has happened which makes Annabelle transform from, in her eyes, an ugly duckling, to adorning every glamor magazine with her photos, she remains hidden behind the veneer she uses, the facade she's constructed of her own little fantasy world, to help block out the ever-increasing adoration of her fans.

There are other problems that Annabelle must also deal with; for example, she discovers that even though she has found her own independence and broken out of her past dependencies, she is still confronted with feelings of guilt that emanate because she has become just like the others she so despises, particularly those who reside in South Beach who are totally self-absorbed and have a much, too much over-inflated opinion of themselves. Annabelle's younger sister, who remains with their parents in Ft. Lauderdale is another perfect case in point as Annabelle hears of Evie's loneliness and listlessness since Annabelle's departure from home. Evie only amplifies Annabelle's struggles between that of seeking out her own individuality and being too self-centered and the allegiance, love and caring she holds for her younger sister!

• Language: English
• Publisher: David Layman
• Release date: Aug 30, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476402659

David Layman

David Layman, born in Sandusky, Ohio, attended and earned both an undergraduate and graduate degree in history from Kent State University, Kent Ohio. After finishing his Ph.D courses, he chose to write novels and also completed two children's stories. His most current novel, DIRECT CONFLICT, focuses on the Vietnam War, the concentration of his academic studies. He is currently writing the sequel, and has written several other literary works.When David is not writing, he travels, engages in long-distance running, both on the beach and in the mountains. As a former Army Paratrooper and combat medic, David has taken an interest in veteran affairs and works with the Wounded Warrior project in Jacksonville, Florida. His newest endeavor is to master surfing, then to travel to Hawaii to surf the Bonzai Pipeline.David is currently working on the sequel to DIRECT CONFLICT, titled DIRECT CONTACT. Check back with us frequently for the release date.

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Walking Within The Shadows: Part II of Series

David Layman

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Copyright 2012 David Layman

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CHAPTER 1

It was very dark and still outside. I lay there in bed in our cabin and I felt much too warm. I lay there, my mouth parched and having to pee, about to burst; especially as I felt the yacht gently moving back and forth with the waves of the sea. I felt the air, oh, it was so heavy I couldn't catch my breath. I started to roll over onto my back, and I felt her legs entangled, the warm, wetness of her crotch about suctioned to my hip. Sicilia's feet, her large boobies, all on me! Ugh, the worst ever! I mean, no wonder, I was way too warm and perspiring and dying. Sicilia was all over me and, just then, hmm, I really felt like making her feel some serious, dire, hard-core pain!

I tried to control my innermost desires. I did, but it was very hard for me. I did know that my awful, gnawing cravings, well, I knew I needed to curb those excesses of mine, for real!

I tried my best to escape; I really did, but how could I? Sicilia was so locked onto me and for someone who acted like the numero uno total cunt face, well, she sure could be like all schizophrenic and be all like so ass-sucking me and all dependent. I mean, she would just get off, orgasmic, all spazzing, like mega when I performed oral on her and played with her pussy and ass! Wow! I mean, it seemed like a near-death experience for her, just about. She'd go all screaming and I'd given up making any attempt to shush her up. Nope, too late, she could have cared less who heard her, and I am saying she could get going like anything! Crazy!

So, instead I'd inflict some extra good pain on Miss Sicilia Simone's labia and all around her pussy with my incisors, oh, let me see, with my nails, and I'd squeeze and twist her clit like hard and vicious at times, I meant it! And, would that get her off? Are you shitting me or something? Yeah, like she would about have a fucking coronary and a total melt-fucking-down. Sick! But, so cool to me!

See, I so wanted to make Sil' scream out for making me so fucking miserable. Oh, she meant well, I suppose, but lately the fucking cunt was driving me totally off, like totally fucking insane. Yeah, she got me going into some modeling, cool. And, she had me going to Miami U, that was fat. Oh, and as we had planned, I worked for her big-shot daddy and we lived on his boat, too. COOL! We spent a lot of time sailing along down in the Keys and all that. So, what was my problem?

Well, I am saying, yeah, things were going much too fucking great for me! I mean, come on, I got down here to Miami, in school, doing it, living the big fucking dream, oh yeah, and hangin' with this big shot Sicilia and her big dick daddy. But, come on, things were so not supposed to be going so fucking great. My past was full of nasty, boring, daily shit, no nothing, remember? You should, you read it when you read my first attempt at my pathetic past, my memoirs?

Please? I doubt anyone would be all caring, not even just a little bit. Nope, sucked heavily to be me!

I am saying, no friends, no phone calls, zippo, and so bored and so lonely and lonesome, like every second. I remember waking up and feeling about like why even bother, I could almost not get out of bed! I just couldn't. I felt like why bother? No one would miss me, no one would care. I'd shampoo my hair and feel like I wished the shampoo would just dissolve me from my sicko brain on down the spinning vortex of water, spinning down further into the drain, good bye! Fuck it! You try getting going like every second with not one person, girl or guy, to talk to, not ever! Like, not ever, you hearing me?

Okay, so I suffered through, on through my total yuck, gray period, more like the total black period. Sadness, lonesome, yuck, rather more like on the verge of death, suicide, just quit eating, telling my brain to just quit everything, I wondered if I just quit going to the bathroom, if that would kill me? I mean, I didn't really care how it happened; why did it matter. If I had to look in the mirror and see my ugly face, well, you know! No one to talk to, silence, my pussy face, Mocha, staring at me but never answering whenever I told her things or questioned her. I got to the point where I literally thought I was going insane.

Can I tell you? I am saying, I tried to keep busy, but what do you do when you've done all your fucking shit for the day and then some. I'll tell you what you do, you about freaking lose it!

Like, my school work, are you shitting me. Straight A's like every second, tops in my class, every second, what was so hard? When you have nothing, and I mean nothing else to occupy you in your life, like rolling along in outer space, an amoeba, well, fucking you might as well study! And, to me, total fucking bullshit, studying.

I knew I was pretty smart, I got a piece, at least some of of daddy's Aeronautical Engineer brain, his DNA, yep, I did! Smart, oh for sure,, but so what? It didn't really impress anyone but mom and Evie. Daddy expected it of me, nothing less than numero uno, like always! I think for the rest of the people, like at school, well, it only made them hate me even more! So what, I hated them back! I thought what it would be like to utterly destroy the whole planet, like figure out a way to make each an every one of those nasty, wicked alien fuckers to burn way in hell!

Oh well, wait, I am forgetting my most closest confidant, Carly. Well, that cunt made things worse a lot of the times. I swear, if I could have gotten my hands around her throat, oh, she would have bitten it. I told her a lot, that I would fuck her up a good one. She'd just laugh and go all, Fucking suck my butt. I am here for you, I kiss your total white, fucking ass and eat your shit, and you want to kill me? You better take it back!

I hated her so much that I told her I would put two or three bullets in my brain if I had to, just to extinguish her tired ass. But, I was just shitting her, too ugly and messy. Drowning, um, to me sounded like the least painful. Just ease out there and keep going until you went out too far and it was just too much effort to struggle back into shore. Forget it, bye!

Ah, shit, all that shit, that was then. I knew I needed to go ahead, to move froward. I knew I was doing better, I just knew it! I was even finally getting off! Like orgasms, oh, my God, heaven. And, guys can do that kind of shit in their sleep? That is so not fair. Fucking, how do they rate?

So,well, Sicilia tried and tried to get me off, but, honestly, I needed a fucking whole lot more than her tongue running all these like circles around my crotch. Sure, she'd use all those toys, fucking double penetrators and shit but come on, no matter what, they were freaking plastic. No shit!Plastic, it feels cold and nasty to me. I need real shit!

So, it was more by accident, my finally climaxing, my total sicko brain! Okay, like I got Sil', hot, yeah, going all off as we performed oral on each other, ramming fingers and me, about to tear off her vaginal lips and clit with my teeth. I mean, she sure had seemed to enjoy my running up the pain meter on her, rarely ever saying to stop this or that. I think she like so loved the pain, for real, she definitely liked it a lot!

And see, okay, so um, that was what I found that really got me off like a fucking jet, a rocket. I mean, the first time, yeah, it was kinda' hard to forget. Hello! I had her clit and I mean, I was about to bite it off and she started to use this pretty good-sized thing that penetrated both my ass hole and my vagina. And, it vibrated, but it sure seemed to like go way over-vibrating. I mean, like it was a kind of torture vibrator, the speed and the vibration, and Sicilia, well, I told her to REALLY RAM THE SHIT OUT OF ME! Please, no like gentle for me, no thanks. I showed her what I meant by ramming and to turn that fucking double penetrator like way the fuck up.

See, Sil' and I found this company, their web site and they sold sex toys and other stuff that we masochists and sicko sadistic, nasty pain perverts would be all into! So, we got all into it and ordered shit and a few of these vibrator double-penetrator dildos went like a zooming jet. I am saying it felt like there was some kind of thingy up there and trust me, it felt so awesome. Well for me, when I had Sil' squealing and writhing in some serious, serious pain, and I was driving my perfectly filed nails, just about perfectly razor-sharp all over her crotch and ass, well, I did more than usual and made her pussy bleed, well, I bit a little too hard too many times, and finally, I did it! I finally got the balls to bite down and occasionally I'd do a little slice with my so wonderful box cutter knife, yum! Well, the blood, oh, wow, it trickled all into my mouth! Yum! I meant to do it, too!

Then, while she about went into a huge like solar flare and burn-out, shit, what? I mean, I let the blood trickle into my mouth and all onto my face. Now, I am saying I got off, like k-boom! Mega explosion! Boom! Well, the pain Sil' inflicted on me was pretty awesome, too. I mean, I didn't know all exactly what she did, but all I felt was this searing, wicked pain shooting through my body like a bolt of electricity! I am just saying, oowy, ouch and suddenly fucking I was getting off with the pain management thing thrown right the fuck out the window. I thought my brain exploded into little itty-bitty fragments.

I don't know, maybe we would end up just about totally destroying each other, like so dead! Did I fucking care? Not really that much. Maybe sounds disgusting and all gross, but fuck it, I do not care. It was such a fucking wild rush. Oh yeah, so nice, and so refreshing and wild feeling. I loved it!

And, for the first time, I felt this wondrous, total relief, and release, absolute heaven. I mean, all those days and all those long, miserable, awful, vile nights seemed to just go away, finally. I mean, even if it was for some seconds, or a few minutes, I so loved it. That feeling is monstrous! Huge! Total mega-blaster, I was getting way off! My head about exploded, and I tingled and my belly went all into knots, my toes went all cramped! It was total heaven.

Now, if that was my one and only total orgasm, I was all good with totally dying now! Why care! I mean, I was not expecting to have like a trillion of those orgasms a second. I felt like if I had even like one more, I would be so thankful! Heavenly! And, I told Carly, Suck a big one, pussy face. I just had the most fabulous orgasm! I hope I have another one. Do you have any further information on how you could like get off and kinda' like somehow hold onto that feeling, like you got hit by lightening or whatever? Could there be a way you could like hook yourself to something, some kind of computer thingy, and it would keep running say, like some kind of a thingy through you that would keep you like so totally strung and you would just climax and climax? Any ideas?

I hear Carly all, Ask your fucking daddy. He is like an Einstein, shit then Mr. Big Dick Jackson could front you the dollars and you would be an instant trillion-aire.

I giggled thinking about it. I could just hear, Um, hey, daddy, I have this great idea for an invention. It could be called, Suspended in climax. Well, what is so wrong with that name? Anyways, daddy, um, he'd be all like, Young lady, I've told you repeatedly to not allow yourself to get side-tracked from your studies. It would behoove you to re-focus and stay on track!"

In the meantime, some other fucker will be beating me to the punch and they'll have the info fucking mercials all, Suspended in total climax, your number one stress-reliever, number one partner, or to share and get hooked up for a small price. Shit, people would pay like a k-zillion for a cum machine, trust me. Wouldn't you? And, come on, don't lie!

Thing is, thinking about it, my Sil' kitten face, she went kinda' went almost into some like catatonic state. She was seeming to be very happy and content, no tenseness or concern in evidence, no way! She went so off and like she maybe would not return, who could know? Could one of those cum machines like kill you? Would anyone care about that? Who would? Tell me!

So, yup, Sicilia, she like fucking passed out, she said it was from the pain and she described it to me later; how she saw like every imaginable color and stars flashing and everything like with a kind of golden hue! Whew!

Now you tell me, oh, man, did I get off when she woke up. Know why? Cuz' I stared into the mirror and saw all the little trickles of blood like dribbled around my face, sick! And, because then, as I stared into this round kind of mirror that I could prop up on the bed and see my blood-dribbled face, well, my temperature rising to slow steamy, when she came to, I was staring at me, sicko, and then at the same time like I was using some cotton balls with alcohol, you know, dabbing at Sil's little welts and cuts, pretty nasty and gross, but um, like she kept slithering around like a snake was going up her snatch and telling me to stop. Well, she said it, you know, like, barely whispering it, all like, but not that much! Well, why would I? I didn't! All Sil''s squirming made me about lose it!

I mean, how could I stop now? I had a straight pin, too, not too thick, and I began to open up the wounds more, pricking at the cuts, opening them up and watching as the blood just trickled all over again. It made me about totally freak out! Hmm, oh, okay, yes!

Well, now Sil' told me, like, all, Fucking shit, Annabelle, what the fuck? If my gyno sees this, what do I say?

See, her toes were like all flexing, her legs like so spread way out there, and she was hissing and gasping for breath like anything. So, I told her 'NO COMPRENDE'. She squealed and writhed, Fuck it, Annabelle, you are the total sicko pervert. I am so telling my dad!

Now, I had one of her little slices opened up and I licked at the blood. I sucked at it, yum, it made me ooh, like anything! And, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, I got a little bit, then more and I leaned around and like let Sicilia see! You know, like opening my mouth and letting the light red slimy foam slip in and out of my mouth, letting it run like a sieve through my teeth, like blood cummy stuff. So tasty, so yummy, I leaned forward to give her some, sticking out my blood soaked tongue, but she said no. Okay! I am just saying, it was her blood, anyways!

For some strange reason, it made me feel like I possessed Sicilia, just as she felt she possessed me. The whole rich fucking thing that I so over-explained and so over-talked about earlier, the last book, but come on, when you are so satiated with rich people and you see how they just, well, go figure, it sucks bad!

Oh, and you might be asking, like am I like a vampire? Am I? Do I have a horrid craving for a human's blood? Do I? Um, that, I do not know, not yet. Vampires, though, I don't think they are so into the sex thing. Or, are they? Is that why they do it like every second in the dark? Is it this way killer sexual thing with them? I knew I'd find out! I had to!

So, anyways, let's not fall for the fad, vampire this, vampire that, no, for me, I was maybe, let's say, a, hmm, sex sicko pervert, a sadomasochist, psychotic. That should make you get off like all squirting! Over-all, for one, I love to possess Sicilia and feel that I have such control over her. It makes me feel way rich! I feel like she is all my possession then. And, recall that I have a total sicko shit thing about my stuff. Do not touch it!

Yes, so if I am a pervert who needs to be strung up and tortured. I might not mind it so much. Yes,warm, red, delicious, coming right out of her crotch. I told her, Go ahead and pee if you have to. I want you to!

Sicilia gasped heavily, and I slowly inserted my middle finger up her pussy, to make her pee and squirt, whatever. Squirt, pee, please, I will be glad to sip it.

I kept up the motion and Sicilia went into like this total galactic blast, louder than shit and I giggled, wondering if we at least woke up the entire crew. I was thinking they might think some primate was hanging on board, again! Fucking crazy, I was about feeling like I might get off again. Why not go for it! I sure wanted to, like a lot, lot!

Well, Sil', rich slut, not caring one bit, just let it rip, like a total screech and squeal, and it sounded like some wild shit, like a wild animal. One thing, I normally did really like the quiet and the serenity! But, not now!

So, Sicilia, like I got her all revved and she kept saying, Annabelle baby, I am going to burst. Please, I have to pee. Let me up. I have to pee so bad!

Well, about the fifth orgasm, Sil' was making her face, all excruciating looking and clutching, her toes all bent, arching, squirming all over the place, and she squealed out, ooh yes! I loved it! Then, um, hmm, she just peed all on my face and chin and neck. Yes! Dramatic, and I felt that way warm pee and I loved it a lot! Again, nice, warm, and no, I didn't really drink it or sip it but I sure thought about it! Total facial, sorry girls but it, she, not he, was the way best!

So, that was what happened, see. I mean, I got off because of my sicko, Carly, so not me, inducing huge pain on Sicilia. I felt that feeling building, it was coming right on up, building slowly, but it was when I made Sicilia go about berserk, oh yeah, it was when I made her bleed and I about bit off her clit. Yum!

Pain, severe, building, excruciating, makes you go crazy and makes your brain feel like too much craziness and your body go totally taut, then, um, like totally limp, into mush mode! Yes!

I dunno', to me, just doing the normal crap, tongue, toys, fingers, well, nothing, it left me going all bored, like nothing. I thought about seeing if we could invite some slimy, nasty balls over, you know, for some real dick, but I just could not stand the thought of the dirt, the scum, the yuck, the diseases, the slime of some worthless guys hanging dick, that had been who knows where before? At least with "Sil, I mean, she was stuck to me like a rubber. Seriously, and she was so clean and so anti-dirt, like me and she, well, even her poop didn't hardly smell. Now, I hadn't done any of that, not yet! I mean, I guess I got used to us being in the bathroom together. We hung out everywhere, together, bathtub, toilet, everywhere. But, her like shitting on me or whatever, no, not my thing. Pee on me, my face, oh yeah, but no poopy face. She was cool with whatever.

So, yeah, it was the total pain thing for me. And, yes, I wanted to like inflict way more serious pain onto her ass, like all the time. I'd so fantasize about it, like all the time. It was getting sick and perverted to the point where I knew I might need serious counseling and drugs. What if I killed her?

Thing was, my delicious Carly instigated me like all the time. Pussy lips would say, like, Go ahead, fuck her up good. Get her. Kill her slimy ass. Fuck her up! Make her bleed, seriously. Dribble it out and then like slash her carotid artery with a razor blade. Or, just stab her in the leg, like really stab it in but don't go killing her ass, not yet. I want to see her eyes go all off when you stab her! Do it! I am so dying!

Yes, I so loved it but I knew for real that I was going to go getting into some serious bad shit at this rate. Maybe, I was wondering, maybe we should find us some young teen runaway and make he go fucking off, kill her? Torture, lure her in, buy her shit, make her our sex slave, make her scream and squeal like the pig she would be! I'd ask Sicilia, just um, where to keep her? Oh fucking shit, Sil' had tons and tons of money. We could find her a little place and she'd probably let us do just about anything to her. I don't know, I think I'd name her Jasmine, black, or Adrianne, white, or Ellie. Fun, like picking out a baby's name!

Okay, so hello? I am still stuck, still laying here on my white ass! I lay there and I felt strung. I felt almost too freaked to move; why was I like this? Why? It was like I was cursed or something. I mean, come on, who is into this kind of shit except the real sicko ass holes who need to be totally exterminated. Me, like them? Me, a total sicko masochist pervert? And, that fucking cunt, Carly, telling me, going all, Oh fucking yes, fuck her up. Cut her all the way, make he scream out in agony. Kill her, but do it so slowly that she will beg you to do it to her! Wait, let's get a bitch, some nothing and kill her first. We have to see what cunt Sicilia does, like her reaction!

Okay, so now Carly is working my total ass all up into way heated talking about this fucking shit, and she is all, Look, here, this is so cool. Get her like way crazy, all like psychotic into one of her mega screaming fits, getting off, and then, you strangle her. Try not to kill her, it is supposed to be the ultimate most awesome rush! I know she has heard about it but she might be too afraid you might just freak and fucking strangle her for keeps. I would so love it but I dunno'? It might land you in some totally serious shit. So, well, um, think about it.

Think about it? Total fucking bullshit, no doubt. Carly, like once I get my hands all wrapped around her neck, that fucking cunt face will be doing everything imaginable, so wigging! So, of course, I will kill the bitch, fucking so dead. And, I don't really know if I can hold back and be all like restraining myself, either. I mean, okay, I would love it so much to hear her dying gasps, her eyes fluttering, but it might be kind of a waste cuz' I doubt I'd be living on this yacht or anything like that after; daddy would totally disown me, I think! It would be foul, awful smelling, disgusting prison and then nasty prison pussy skanks, slimy, ooh, yuck, for me from then on in!

That fucking skank whore, Carly, I hate her guts. She is always like lurking all around back there, I know, slinking all around in my sicko brain, ugh! Well, I maybe don't hate her guts like all the way totally, but she makes me so sick and tired of everything! Carly, she goes all the fucking time, Oh, Anniebellie, listen, strangle her, fuck her up, cut her clit, her labia, make her blood bubble all out and ooze it all out on her feet, blah, blah, sick shit like that. I get so sick and tired of it all the time cuz' I know eventually I'll probably do all that crap to her, and eventually I might kill her. Then, I am pretty much shit out of luck!

Now, I eased my way out of the bed and Sicilia is all groaning, Wait, come back, don't go!

Well, she was not really conscious, she is just running her mouth, puke! I want to slap her so bad. But, I just go in, pee and look in the mirror at my ugly, nasty face and I want to break the mirror. I throw some water at it and wipe it off with the nice, white, fluffy hand towel. Perfect! I decided then and there that I hated rich people. They were just like this hand towel. But, wait, I am so not bailing off this yacht. Not happening, hoe bag!

I go to the galley and grab a bottle of water and a brownie. I go to the rear of the boat and slump into a chaise lounge. I kicked my feet up and groaned as Carly goes, Hey slut face, you feeling it or what?

I go, Carly shut your fucking trap. I am resting and I do not want your ugly shit in my face. Get fucking lost!

Carly clucking her tongue, Anniebellie, love, kiss me.

I blew a kiss and start in on my brownie. Just then, I hear Carly, Okay, okay, look, let's have some fun later. It is called strangulation in the act of orgasm. Yes, oh yes, oh yes!

Now, I give Carly it all back, tongue-clucking all over the place and I go, Go strangle yourself. You are a sicko perverted dog face.

Just then, I hear, Oh, Annabelle, is that you?

I covered my mouth, knowing I said it a little too loud; others might hear! So, um, ah, well, yes, it is me.

It was Mr. Simone, he seemed to never sleep. I grimaced and murmured, so I hoped he wouldn't hear, telling bitch, the full prostitute Carly, Go take a long walk off a short pier.

I turn and Mr. Simone comes over and sits down. I wondered if he heard his delicious daughter going into her freak mode, sounding like some Beluga Whale, her sounds like that from a sci-fi flick. Hey, Mr. Simone, what is up?

He pulled up a chair, Oh, I was doing some late night reading and I couldn't sleep. I love it down here in the Keys, the quiet and the solitude. It is very still tonight.

I agreed and said, When we go back, I have to go up to Ft. Lauderdale. My mom and dad want me home for my sister's birthday.

Mr. Simone nodded, Sure, that will be fine. Bring her back if you like.

I smiled, Oh, maybe, she'd love that, like her birthday present. She says she wants to come down here to, you know, when she graduates!

So, Mr. Simone said as he sat back. You've been here for a while now; Annabelle, how are things going along for you?

I thought a second, Oh fine, I guess. I mean, I like school, it is going well. And, thanks to you and Sicilia I have all this, too! It sure beats living in a dorm room. Ugh, that I so dreaded. I do appreciate it, thank you!

We talked for a few more minutes, John, Mr. Simone asking me if I planned on staying on. Yes sir, I do. I am still kind of undecided about school but I will figure it out. I have to, it is time. But, with the modeling and working for your firm, well, I did plan on staying in South Beach, yes!

He smiled, Good, I hoped you'd say that. I know Sicilia feels as I do.

I smirked to myself and I heard Carly, Fucking right, if you left, you might as well kill the hoe cuz' she'd do herself in anyhow. It could be like a total freebie! Oh yes, oh yes, oh fuck me, yes!

I told Mr. Simone, She is so great. I am lucky to have met her.

Carly groaned, "Yeah, lucked out alright for you. I might have known you wouldn't