MEAT IN A FRENCH SANDWICH
Mary-Beth realised her mind was wandering again and she was not concentrating at all on the political science handbooks spread across her queen-sized bed. Not for the first time, the pretty nineteen-year-old blonde from Tennessee was reflecting on how cool her life was. Thanks to Daddy, she was living in Manchester, England in a million-dollar apartment and wanted for nothing. Her very generous allowance had just bought the Armani suit she was wearing, that she knew just enhanced her perfect body and pretty face and made her feel just great. She felt her melon-sized bosoms press pleasantly into the comforter as she rolled on to her front, kicked her legs up and ran a hand through her platinum blonde mane, the reality of her up-coming midterm exams forcing her to
