Tuesday, December 23, 2003*

To Stacie's amazement, Jordan carefully pulled out her favourite two piece blood red bikini. He looked at her, with those stinging eyes of his, as though he was gonna wallop her any second. He pushed the drawer close and turned to look at the confused girl whom he had gone intimate with just a while ago. Again with those eyes. Stacie got terribly afraid that she was practically shivering. Pulling the bed covers close to her body as though it was an oh-stop-it-I'm-fucking-scared gesture, she moved her slender body backwards so that she could escape as quickly as possible if the guy who was once her beloved happened to run amok and attack her.

Strange but he didn't.

He made his way outta the room with the bikini in his hands.

Stacie gazed at his protruding manhood and began to fantasise. She felt him penetrating deep into her. She moved her hands up and down her privates as though it acted as a vibrator for her baked muffins. She yearned for him to go on top of her, and move his muscular body to and fro while she wrap her legs around his waist. Stacie could hear his deep, manly voice moaning softly as she sat on top of him, riding him and his manhood in place.

Her fantasy was shortlived when she heard a clinging sound. She clipped on her bra and wore her shirt and tiptoed slowly to the door. She opened it with as little noise as possible and looked out. Her stepmom's room was wide open. Lights switched on. She could make out a shadow appearing at the door step...

Much to her horror...