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ou already have--for you do look like a street prostitute, and certainly you ood taste Why did you select that thing?"
"Mo me feel bad!"
Bart stepped toward her, his expression very threatening Instantly Melodieher slender white arly to Bart "Can't you see she's only doing this to annoy you? Stay calive Cindy exactly the satisfaction she wants"
Turning, she said to Cindy in a cool but authoritative voice, "Cindy, you have achieved the shock effects you wanted So why don't you go back upstairs and put on that pretty blue dress you started to wear in the first place?"
Bart ignored both Chris and me as he strode to seize Cindy, but she pranced away out of his reach, turning to teasingly ile as she was, even hobbled as she was in that sliht skirt I could have slapped Cindy when I heard her say silkily, "Bart, darling, I was so sure you'd love this scarlet gownsince you think I' up to your expectations-- and playing the role you wrote for me"
In one flashing bound he reached her His open palainst her cheek
The pain in his hard slap rocked Cindy backward so that she sat down very hard on the second stair step I heard the skirt of her red gown rip down thequickly, I hurried to help her up Tears came to Cindy's eyes
Hurriedly standing, Cindy backed up the stairs, struggling to nity "You are a creep, brother Bart A weird pervert who doesn't knohat the real world is about I bet you're a virgin, or else gay!"
The rage on Bart's face sent her scurrying up the stairs in a hurry, ICindy, but he was too quick
Ruthlessly he shovedlike a chastised child, Cindy disappeared with Bart close at her heels
In a distant hall, I faintly heard Bart shout, "How dare you try to embarrass me? You're the trashy one I've had to protect from all the dirty stories I hear about you I used to think they lied Now you've proved yourself exactly what they said you were! As soon as this party is over, I don't ever want to see you again!"
"AS IF I WANT TO SEE YOU!" she screamed "I HATE YOU, BART! HATE YOU!"
I heard her screa criesI started to head up the stairs while Chris tried to restrainfree, I had climbed five steps when Bart appeared with a satisfied smirk on his handsome but ave her what you never did--a thorough spanking If she can sit for a week
coot an ass made of iron"
I glanced backward in time to see Joel scowl at the use of that word