Im not going to let her go down on me. Rachel lit a cigarette as she leaned on the passenger door of my car. We had just finished a long night of the Review and I was going to take her home. If I let her go down on me, that means she won. Abby cant win. I didnt answer Rachel; I watched her blow her smoke through the air, taking in the smells of her Camel Lights. Aimee, would you let Abby go down on you? Hell no. I would sooner cut my clit out than let Abby touch me. Rachel put her cigarette between her index and middle finger, the way she always did, and pointed towards me: She is a bitch, but man does she know what to do with those hands. I looked toward Dunaway House, at Rachel and my office. Rachels smoked slinked toward our window, but disappeared before it ever reached the outside light. I just dont understand your and Abbys relationship. You know something, neither do I.
stickyrice:
Great snapshot, especially the pointing with the cigarette, and the "can't win" theme. Cool! (Do I mean Kool? As in filters?) 
stickyrice:
If you'd like to me to look at more, just send it along ... e-mail if you want.