Jim knew what he had to do. "Uhhhm, excuse me Robin, he peeped in a mousy voice. Uhm, it's me Jim, I was just resting in the closet when you came in and I thought I should warn you that uhhhh..."
Robin immediately dropped her hands which she had been using to cover her bra encased breasts. Jim watched as the fear in her eyes turned to rage right before his eyes. "Get out here punk!" she demanded, tapping her foot impatiently, hands on hips.
Reluctantly, Jim stepped out of the closet redfaced, hanging his head low in shame and attempting to cover the tent in his pants with his hands.
"What the fuck do you think you were doing in there shithead?" Robin spat. "You little peeping tom, does it get your pathitic little weenie hard watching girls undress?"
"Well I uhhhmm... I mean I uhhh errrr... I..." Jim stammered, refusing to meet Robin's stern gaze.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you, you little whimp!" Robin was gaining steam now. Jim slowly raised his eyes to see a sadistic smile curling on her mouth. Robin was beginning to enjoy humiliating him and she was just getting started...
She chuckles to herself as she has a particularly wicked idea. What does she have in mind?
Mon Nov 1 22:30:05 1999
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