Shark Attack

I recently found out something absolutely fabulous! A couple of weeks ago I had two girlfriends over for an afterparty which consisted of liqueur and Happy Feet! I really don't remember why, but somewhere in the middle of our indulgence I decided that there were a severe lack of biting going on and decided that someone had to make this wrong right. So I grabbed poor M who just happened to be closest, looked her deep in the eyes while I caught her arm and lunged at her bicep! For some unknown reason she really didn't fight she just kind of froze, which made me feel like an even greater white shark whom none would dare to challenge and went for another bite at her stomach. Then as sudden as the attack started I decided that it wasn't any fun any more and stopped. Leaving the poor stunned girl alone to lick her wounds from the dangerous encounter. M later got her revenge when she grabbed my nipple and tested just how far it was possible to stretch

Somehow I had forgot all about this incredible extravaganza but was fortunately retold the story the next day to my great amusement. But this isn't where this beautiful story ends.. I wish you could see the smile on my face now.

But a week later, when the girls were on Pilates, M still had very large noticeable bruise. So noticeable that a guidance counselor approached her and gave M her number just in case she needed to talk to someone. The best thing was that this very nice person then leaned in towards M and whispered - "No one should be allowed to that to someone. Leave the bastard". Hahaha! Love ya M