Angry

"You think I don't hear what you and your little clique of friends say about me at the lunch table? You think you are so much better than me?" Frannie continues to ask in a deep, guttural tone as you watch her keep your babysitter's wrists subdued between them.

You see Sarah's eyes get big and teary, even from across the living room. Should you intervene?

"I'm sorry, Frannie. I shouldn't have said those things. It's just hard for anyone to fit in, and I..." Sarah starts to blather.

"Shut up!" Frannie yells at her, mere inches from her face. "If you don't want those pictures sent to half our class, you're going to put that tongue to better use!"

"What?" asks the innocent, if nude, brunette.

"Lick my pussy until I come. Then we will both be sex-crazed sluts. Except you'll be known as a lezzie as well if you don't stop talking about me!" Frannie Fuhrberger growls, pinning the slightly smaller teen against the back of your front door.