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Slapping Eer dissipate His heart was racing He’d certainly taught her a lesson He was not someone to be toyed with Now she knew better
Emma’s Sim called a cab and crawled off in defeat Good The bitch had gotten what she deserved And who knew? Maybe toain, repair their relationship, only to smack her around once more He’d lead her on, just to crush herthe saive him hours of entertainment
That gave Roger an idea His heart started pu It would be a sharound Grease fires were so lethalan oven could go up in smoke in mere minutes And if he took away the s and doors, she would have no escape She’d be totally helpless, dependent on him to save her very life
The very princess he’d rescued would meet destruction by his hands Well, that’s what happened to plastic people
They melted
Ironically, the Sims world wasn’t that different from real life
Thinking about the task at hand, Janet pressed down on the gas pedal and accelerated a bit Most New Yorkers hated driving Not her Under nor her Lincoln Town Car When Dr Safron had offered to sell it to her at a bargain price, she’d jumped at the opportunity It was more luxurious than she could have afforded new, and she loved the way it floated on the highway She also enjoyed the respect it commanded from onlookers, who assumed she was a person of some means
If only they knew the truth
She’d been driving for over an hour and a half when she pulled off the thruway at Exit 19, Kingston Norht she pulled a ticket upon entering the thruway and paid cash upon leaving She headed west on Onteora Trail toward the Ashokan Reservoir and Belleayre Ski Center
Another twenty minutes and she’d be there
Janet arrived at the tiny ski lodge cabin at 3:45 am
She turned off her headlights and drove all the way down the gravel driveway until her car was no longer visible frohbor enty acres away, so no one would see her
She took her tote bag and let herself in through the back door
The sareeted Janet as she caht be owned by a corporation, but in all ways that mattered, it was hers