SAMANTHA
I was not bothered by their petty insults.
Leslie and her followers could laugh all they wanted. They could sneer and jeer and call me names. I had been through worse. I had survived worse. A few mean girls with too much makeup and not enough brain power could not touch me.
When Leslie saw that their words had no effect, her expression became dark. Her lips pressed together and her eyes narrowed. She looked like a storm about to break.
Before she could open her mouth to hurl more insults, Daisy walked in.
The room shifted.
Every head turned and every conversation stopped.
Daisy's dress today was so revealing I almost choked. A blue tight dress that hugged every curve. Her nipples were exposed through the clothing and they poked through, bekng so rogod and hard...
And an entire slit up her leg—all the way up. When she walked, I could see her panties exposing the side of her pussy lips. Her entire pussy lips.
