The only person she could think to call that would believe her was the real Vanessa. She took out her pink I phone and carefully dialed with her sexy long nails. It was hard with the clear nails with white tips getting in the way...
"God please answer!" She said in her high breathy voice. She walked out (with a super sexy feminine stride) to Vanessa's little pink Volkswagen Beattle. She hated how her heels clicked, her ass swayed and breasts bounced as she moved. The phone rang and rang until finally....
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