Cheyenne Throws a Fit

Cheyenne can't hurt me or Misty. The more I ignore her, the more her feelings get hurt, and the more she'll act out.

I put a hand on the back of Misty's head and grab a breast with the other. We start making out more passionately.

"Hey! What about me?!" cried Cheyenne. "I'm sexy! Look at me! Look at me!" She took off her jacket and threw it down then pulled off her t-shirt.

You take a quick glance at Cheyenne then look back to Misty. You keep making out with her.

"Hey! Come on! Please look at me!" Cheyenne is jumping up and down like a toddler. "Come on, guys!"

You just keep making out with and feeling up Misty. You pull back. "So, would you like to come back to my place?"

"Sure," said Misty.

"Can I come? Please!" said Chyenee.

"Just ignore her," you whisper to Misty. You take her hand and start to walk towards you place, and a pouting Cheyenne follows along and occaisionally stamps her feet.