 Angie had developed quite phatbootyhunter a reputation around town. After her mother's death phatbootyhunter two years ago, she'd seemed to lose touch with reality phatbootyhunter. She'd adopted a weird phatbootyhunter childlike way of talking and started bringing a teddy bear to phatbootyhunter school. There'd been a couple of fights in the girls' restroom. Finally, after several students' parents complained, Phil Cordero phatbootyhunter had been forced to take phatbootyhunter his daughter out of Rasmussen High. Supposedly he was home-schooling her now phatbootyhunter. Nobody really phatbootyhunter knew what went on in phatbootyhunter that here house, though phatbootyhunter.
 "Your body obeys Angie's voice, does whatever Angie says, without thought, without phatbootyhunter free will, because Angie's magic stone holds your soul now."
 "Have sex with Angie," Carl answered with mindless honesty.
 "Ahem," came a gruff cough.
 Angie turned around. "Daddy?"
 "Let go phatbootyhunter of him, Daddy," Angie phatbootyhunter commanded her father. He obeyed, and let his phatbootyhunter menacing fist phatbootyhunter drop phatbootyhunter as well. He stood silent, head drooping.
 "Very good, Carl," Angie said again. "And when you go home tonight, what will happen?"
 "Yes, Angie." Moving phatbootyhunter like a sleepwalker here, Carl dressed himself, then stood waiting.
 She pursed phatbootyhunter her lips thoughtfully phatbootyhunter. She'd spent phatbootyhunter a long time here at home since phatbootyhunter Daddy took her out of phatbootyhunter school. She'd been happy to do it, because the other kids had been mean to phatbootyhunter her before. But maybe it was time to go out and meet people again. Maybe phatbootyhunter she could get Carl to take phatbootyhunter her places. And if anyone was mean to her now, she bet she could find ways to get even.
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