Candace grunted under the weight of the other cheerleaders above her. Why couldn't she be the top of the pyramid? Why couldn't she at least be on one of the middle rows? Why did SHE have my to be down here with a first fatass bitch on either side dirty sex, and one fashion-impaired Amazon bitch on the other end who liked to fight guys for my fun and first profit? The ten-person pyramid first was giving her myfirstsexteacher a backache. Her arms and legs were shaking. Someone up above had gained some weight my. Her arms buckled. The pyramid toppled. Everyone fell on her. The coach dirty sex blew that dirty sex thrice-damned whistle teacher several times, yelling for the girls to get up. Candace didn't move.

"For the same reason you'll my soon be doing my it my, Candy."

(Must you my always be so concerned dirty sex with dirty appearances here that you dirty forget about what's inside?) a strange dirty sex voice asked my. (But then, you've been here trapped in the world of fashion all your life, from crapping in designer diapers to my writing first to my Calvin Klein to come out with my a line of designer tampons so you can be "in style" even in your CROTCH.)

"OK." Kat said. When Daphne got there, she resumed walking.

"Hey, Kat, how'd you finish that paper so fast dirty sex?"

"But now you won't first make the same mistake again, will you myfirstsexteacher?"

"Cool. I'd really like to my meet him dirty."

(You've done well for me, Daphne.) Master dirty sex said in her head.