When a kinky sex fiend decides to move in with her, what can a proper girl do?
Jody was two inches smaller than me. She wore a washed out blue hoodie, faded jeans with holes everywhere, and pink trainers. I knew her - only from seeing her from afar, of course, and from the rumours about some rather nasty things she was supposed to have done - from college. She was one of these ‘rebels’, or nerds, or whatever you liked to call that riff-raff with no class at all....Read On