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Girl Who Hired Hitmen To Kill Her Abusive Parents Has Been Sentenced To Life In Prison.
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Jennifer Pan grew up in a horribly controlling household. She was a seemingly impressive student from a very young age and started learning how to play the piano when she was only four years old. In addition to playing the piano and some flute, she was also a figure skater and spent several hours on the ice in hopes of one day becoming an Olympic champion. Unfortunately, Jennifer tore a ligament in her knee and had to quit figure skating but this did not hinder her academics.
For many years, Jennifer’s parents thought she was a good student. In reality, Jennifer got mostly C’s in her classes. Her parents expected perfection from her, and she knew that she had no choice but to get A’s. In order to achieve this, Jennifer ended up forging her grades on her report cards and tricked her parents into believing that she was the straight-A student they expected her to be.
Like most overbearing and extremely controlling parents, they did not allow Jennifer to have any free time. They dropped her off at school in the mornings and picked her up when she was finished with her day so that they could monitor her time. Her parents did not let her do anything without them knowing and they certainly did not let her talk to boys. As she got older, they became more terrified that Jennifer would get distracted from her studies or goals by boys and forbid her from going on dates or even to her own school dance. It was no surprise that Jennifer felt trapped and could not make any decisions for herself.
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Owolabi01
What Is The Nastiest Experience You Have Had In A Teenage Sleepover?
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When I was a teenage boy, trying to figure out how to get teenage girls into bed, one of the first tactics I employed was telling girls I wanted to give them the Italian kiss.
The Italian kiss was a completely made-up thing (that was its beauty)- it was mysterious.
Now, the Italian kiss is different from the French kiss in many ways.
The only way to give or receive the Italian kiss, was in complete nudity — or that's at least what I told whomever I was trying to get into bed.
It worked, an astonishing one out of looootttssss of attempts. I know, very, very, weak- I was a kid.
So, at sixteen years old, with my gold hoop earring, unibrow, and blue bandana — I told Kristen I wanted to give her the Italian kiss
She invited me to a sleepover at her house with a lot of other teens.
Kristen's mother, Jane, was a drinker — a heavy drinker.
Late in the evening, all us teens (about twelve or so) were laying on the living room floor watching TV and doing whatever.
Jane came in for some reason or another and eased her way through the teenage minefield that was her living room.
Jane was a bit tipsy, stumbled, and then stepped over me with a skirt on.
I looked up anddddd… she was pantyless.
It was nasty to see my friend’s forty-year-old drunk mother's hoo-ha.
That's all I’ve got for nasty experiences at a teenage sleepover. I wish it was a better story — it was just nasty.
Leon
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