Thread: To think she started out so innocent. ~Fleur & Google~

Sasha listened and watched as Dominic chuckled to her jokes and told her to call him by his name. Uhuh, how about Dom? shifting a little on the bed, turning the laptop a little, trying to find a good place to put it so she was still on cam but not showing anything bad, but comfortable too. That way we both have nicknames. giggling after she commented about the nicknames, she found plenty of things amusing and had one of those thoughts which she just had to say out aloud Dom the Bomb Sasha was fairly well developed for her age for her bust, sure there were other girls that had a rack the size of texas too but proportionally hers were quite nice and with her make up it was hardly surprising that anyone could mistake her for being older, at least old enough to drive or even vote perhaps. A crime, hah, I think there would be a crime commited if I did. My mother is jealous of my hair, she wants me to be like Samson and the Lion or whatever. The bible guy that never cut his hair. Thank you for the compliment though. Oh, you want to know about that? Well I did have a boyfriend before but we broke up last month but that was because we knew we couldn't be together any more with my moving interstate. Her facial features grew a bit sadder, it was clear that she was still not quite over it, but she was far from being heart broken, it just hurt a little and being reminded of it wasn't really going to help her forget. Her smile came through soon after however as again she changed the topic to something more cheerful, it was obvious by her change of topic that she was not wanting to linger on the topic too much. So I suppose now I can show you my room. Prepare for a pink overload so be warned. Slowy, Sasha turned the laptop around so whatever she faced he could see instead. Taking her time in moving around, doing a slow three-sixty of the room, before sitting back down. Describing the room, pointing out everything to Dom. It was the typical girls room, pink paint on the walls, a combination of pink and white pillow and bed cases, the bed itself was a queen sized bed and to make things different, Sasha had a door leading outside with a set of stairs heading down the back of the house. Her room had been picked out for two reasons. The first was that it would separate all of the bedrooms up and give them all privacy, the second was that Sasha often had Tiny sleeping in her room, often on the end of her bed. If she had a door that went outside in her room, she could just open the door and let Tiny in or out as needed. As she was turning the laptop back around, Tiny bound into her room, knocking the door open. Sasha's voice becoming louder, firmer as she showed backbone and commanded Tiny Tiny, close the door. waiting for Tiny to shut the door she responded Good boy. Tiny was hers, her baby, she had raised him since he was a tiny puppy, she had walked him almost every day that she could have, she was responsible for him, however over the last few months she had been missing him. He had been here and she had been back home, or what used to be home, this now was home. There is no doubt that Dom would have caught a glimpse of Tiny, but as she had been moving the laptop around it could have looked like a large weird brown blurred blog