‘Serve them right for looking down on me! I gotta grasp this opportunity to get back at them!’

'What?'

'Did he say that he can't do anything about it?'

Tiffany was about to cry; she bit her lips tightly. "Well, my sister and I can't possibly stand all night, can we? Come here and help us to bed."

Darryl gloated inwardly, but he still bent over to pick up Tiffany.

Darryl was pleased; he could feel Tiffany's voluptuous body.

"Don't move your hands around—" Tiffany yelled; she was terri