”“Hear, hear! A toast to our new partnership,” Doc said, raising his glass.“I ... uh ... don’t...” Wesley hesitated as he caught Rebecca�...s eye. “Oh well,” he said, raising his glass. “To our partnership.”Friday, 27 May 1955, Indianapolis, IndianaDoc and Margaret stayed in Indianapolis for several days, planning the expedition and introducing Wesley to Wilton’s other writings. Friday morning, they drafted a list of equipment and supplies they would need. Wesley needed a musical instrument and. He pressed into her skin firmly, letting his handdrift down. He pushed into her panties, trailing over a fine tuft ofpubic hair, and... up inside her. His eyes rose, as two fingers sank tothe second digit."Wow, you are fucking sopping girl... It must have been a while beforeme, huh?" A look of confusion flashed across her face. He wasn't herboyfriend? God, he must be a one night stand. What was his name? For thatmatter, what was her... hnnn! Her train of though derailed as he slidanother finger. It definitely turned me on. But believe it or not I can behave, even though my previous writings would suggest otherwise.I do work hard and have knowledge of my field. Maybe not as much as others but I still have the drive to be one of those people one day.I jumped a little in my seat as their came a knock on my door. I sat the tablet down on my bare desk and invited the visitor in.“Miss Vega” The badger began as he stepped through the door.I just raised my eyebrows quizzically.“I hope I am not. ” “But that’s where I come in,” Trudy whispered next to me. “I’ll buy her as a… gift, of sorts.” “You’d…” I stared at her. There was no softness in her eyes. “What do you get out of it?” “I’ll get to watch…” Again, she tilted her head, and the corner of her mouth twitched. “...and to take photos.” “No!” I protested. “No photos!” “No photos, no Tracy. It’s easy. But just imagine, you could have her for a whole night. Can you imagine how it would be to slide the stockings down her pretty, young.