Killer body

MICHELLE PEYTON

I stood there regretting whatever stupid impulse had led me to think Jean Harrison was going to be reasonable and see the brilliance of my idea.

The girl had good grades and smarts but most of her brain cells had died off from getting fucked too much.

I went back to my room and told Corey about it. She wasn't surprised.

"Jean Harrison doesn't strike me as the teamwork kind of gal. What do you think?"

Of course, she was right. Jean's pride and ego wouldn't allow her to see the possibility of success in joining forces. It was an obvious flaw most confident people suffered from.

"I know what would cheer you up," Corey said. The look in her eyes warned me.

"This feels like one of those things I'd regret saying yes to so I rather not hear it."

She grinned evilly. "The only way I can see that happening is if you pushed a butter knife through your ears and effective as it might be, I can't promise you won't suffer from some degree of brain damage."

She was right. I wasn't goi