Forced Yoo-Hoo

     "Hi forced there." he called. She snarled. Over her forced years forced of forcedorgasm hard living, she'd had to become fast and fierce and tough just forced to survive. He had forcedorgasm to forced admit to a grudging admiration of her ferocity. She would make for a great forcedorgasm lover if she retained any of that ferocity while forced under the control of the Syrup.
     "What do you want?" she demanded.
     "I know what you're doing." she said. "You want a test subject for your forcedorgasm mind-control experiments, well forced count me out."
     "I'm sorry you feel that way." he said. He set the tray on an overturned box, then picked up the two Dixie cups.
     "You can stop drinking now." he said. Absentmindedly, she let the glass forcedorgasm fall from her fingers and shatter forced on the forcedorgasm floor. She stared forced at him, blinking more and more rapidly. He images checked his watch, making a mental note of the time. "Would you stand up?" he asked.
     "It's getting awful hot in here, don't you forced think?" he asked.
     "Hi, Lauren images." Kyle forcedorgasm said. "Can I sit here?" he asked, rather forcedorgasm timidly. She had not yet opened her Yoo-Hoo.
     "Why have you brought me here?" she asked.