FanStory.com - Divaby Shirley Ann Bunyan

I'd honed my predatory practices to a fine art. After all, what man could resist my womanly wiles and covert manipulations. The awareness of my abilities wasn't a sudden realisation, rather a gradual knowing of subtle reactions and compliances. I'd fully realised my power by the final year of school. Was it my fault I'd been blessed with stunning beauty and a brain to know how to use it?
You were the school golden boy. Top footballer, good looks, rich parents. Everyone viewed you as some sort of Adonis. I viewed you as easy pickings, a coward in fact. A coward because you could not resist my obvious control and ownership of everything you possessed or ever would.