<strong>Evie - cant kick anymore</strong><br/><br/>Evie was really letting some guy on the ground have it.  He was groaning and she was kicking.  "You  fucking (kick) prick (kickkick)....you think you were gonna get a piece ot me, (kickandstomp) you are so fucked" she hissed, making sure he understood the implications of what he had done.  When Vern called Evie stomped hard on his cock, and then turned.  She felt a pain explode along her side she winced, her hand pressed to her right side.<br/><br/>"I think I need to rest for a moment" she said, her face paling and the room suddenly spinning, "I feel sick..." she said, "oh fuck, I need to throw up" she told Vern, seeing Throckbottle and snatching his bag.  She held it to her mouth and emptied the contents of her stomach into the bag and then handed it back to the poor dance teacher.<br/><br/>"Can we go Master, I really dont feel good" she exclaimed, wishing to be laying down flat in a darkened room...<br/>