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Chapter 2

The Story The Authors

case of tabasco sauce. Ugh. It was the last thing she needed. ohharriet

Where had it come from, she wondered lightly. There were no traces of the sckull, once fractured, anywhere near this place. The thought rolled over and over in her head. Anonymous

But then it came to her. The idea that among all those late night parties, and wedged between each guy she met and left was a purpose. It was there, no doubt. It had called her into this state, tobasco sauce or not, it had called her here. This dingy trailer, into this god-forsaken trap. As for her side-kick. There was never one. A woman like her didn't need one. They called for worry, and constant fixing of their uniform, either too big, or too small. She knew better than to waste her life away like that. Even when her mind wandered to the ones before, she cared lightly, giving them to some woman who knew how to take better care of those drunken losers. She was made for more. But of course, right now she needed a shower. And a change of clothes. Pesky panther hair had covered her for the past few nights, and she knew not why. She could only wake up and there it would be, day after day. Her memory was for a lost. But when she reached the shower located in the back of the old rusted trailer, she stripped down, thinking with the water, as she let it flow into the tub. Her eyes were in a daze, and there was nothing to relieve her from this state. But she cleaned, got out, and dressed. Outside it was already dark, with no sign of any people nearby. She searched the trailer once more and found a hidden hatch in the back bedroom closet. The bed was made, but there had been no sign of life in the place for months. Her eyes fixed on the small door, and her mind wandered into another place and time... *mango*

She had become Tanaya, the ruthless Amazon queen, who with an iron fist and fingernails painted jungle red, ruled over the filth of the land, namely men. g.o.g.

Her beast like manner called to every man. They clung to her, called her name in their sleep,, but she cared not for them, only her own future. They gave her every desire a woman could every want, but she refused them, smiling at their pain and greif, the pain and grief she had caused. Anonymous

Annabelle paused. Her stories were the best, but not this one. "I can't go on." she groaned. Janine gave her a friendly punch on the shoulder. "Yes you can. Go on!" Janine said. Annabelle sighed. Janine always won her fights. "Okay, here goes." Annabelle said." Julia

So she gave in, knowing the better part in her couldn't fight what was going to happen. *mango*

He suddendly began to unzip his pants, but screamed as he realized that he had gotten a part of his anatomy stuck in the zipper. She sat on the bed and laughed hysterically.... Ryan

You Feel Happy.I Feel Sad. Can You Help me Feel Happy. S.Murryam

I LOVE YOU. I HAVE A YO-YO. S.Murryam

I LOVE YOU. I HAVE A YO-YO.I FEEL HAPPY.AND MY BORTHER RAHIM S.Murryam

I LOVE YOU. I HAVE A YO-YO.I FEEL HAPPY. MY BORTHER RAHIM. I MARRY YOU.I CAN SIKP.I CAN JOP.I CAN KILL YOU. S.Murryam

I LOVE YOU. I HAVE A YO-YO.I FEEL HAPPY. MY BORTHER RAHIM. I MARRY YOU.I CAN SIKP.I CAN JOP.I CAN KILL YOU.I HAVE A PET RABBIT. S.Murryam

The Story	The Authors
case of tabasco sauce. Ugh. It was the last thing she needed.	ohharriet
Where had it come from, she wondered lightly. There were no traces of the sckull, once fractured, anywhere near this place. The thought rolled over and over in her head.	Anonymous
But then it came to her. The idea that among all those late night parties, and wedged between each guy she met and left was a purpose. It was there, no doubt. It had called her into this state, tobasco sauce or not, it had called her here. This dingy trailer, into this god-forsaken trap. As for her side-kick. There was never one. A woman like her didn't need one. They called for worry, and constant fixing of their uniform, either too big, or too small. She knew better than to waste her life away like that. Even when her mind wandered to the ones before, she cared lightly, giving them to some woman who knew how to take better care of those drunken losers. She was made for more. But of course, right now she needed a shower. And a change of clothes. Pesky panther hair had covered her for the past few nights, and she knew not why. She could only wake up and there it would be, day after day. Her memory was for a lost. But when she reached the shower located in the back of the old rusted trailer, she stripped down, thinking with the water, as she let it flow into the tub. Her eyes were in a daze, and there was nothing to relieve her from this state. But she cleaned, got out, and dressed. Outside it was already dark, with no sign of any people nearby. She searched the trailer once more and found a hidden hatch in the back bedroom closet. The bed was made, but there had been no sign of life in the place for months. Her eyes fixed on the small door, and her mind wandered into another place and time...	mango
She had become Tanaya, the ruthless Amazon queen, who with an iron fist and fingernails painted jungle red, ruled over the filth of the land, namely men.	g.o.g.
Her beast like manner called to every man. They clung to her, called her name in their sleep,, but she cared not for them, only her own future. They gave her every desire a woman could every want, but she refused them, smiling at their pain and greif, the pain and grief she had caused.	Anonymous
Annabelle paused. Her stories were the best, but not this one. "I can't go on." she groaned. Janine gave her a friendly punch on the shoulder. "Yes you can. Go on!" Janine said. Annabelle sighed. Janine always won her fights. "Okay, here goes." Annabelle said."	Julia
So she gave in, knowing the better part in her couldn't fight what was going to happen.	mango
He suddendly began to unzip his pants, but screamed as he realized that he had gotten a part of his anatomy stuck in the zipper. She sat on the bed and laughed hysterically....	Ryan
You Feel Happy.I Feel Sad. Can You Help me Feel Happy.	S.Murryam
I LOVE YOU. I HAVE A YO-YO.	S.Murryam
I LOVE YOU. I HAVE A YO-YO.I FEEL HAPPY.AND MY BORTHER RAHIM	S.Murryam
I LOVE YOU. I HAVE A YO-YO.I FEEL HAPPY. MY BORTHER RAHIM. I MARRY YOU.I CAN SIKP.I CAN JOP.I CAN KILL YOU.	S.Murryam
I LOVE YOU. I HAVE A YO-YO.I FEEL HAPPY. MY BORTHER RAHIM. I MARRY YOU.I CAN SIKP.I CAN JOP.I CAN KILL YOU.I HAVE A PET RABBIT.	S.Murryam

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