" I keep forgetting that they can not get inside. You should kill all you can then because the meat is very good," Caysha said."I intend to, but there...are nearly a dozen little oinkers too, and I'd like to catch them as well," I said."What is oinker?" Teecha asked."The pigs. Oinker is another name for pig. I was talking about catching the little ones," I said, and should have been ashamed of myself."Why would you want to catch them? If they have enough meat already just kill them," Teechi. This particular morning I decided not to strip off but just keep my jogging shorts on. After the usual run I sat on the beach to relax and have a drink. Before I knew where I was I was joined by a rather muscular mature man with a shaved head. 'Mind if I join you?' he asked. 'No problem,' I said. He didn't seem the type to mess around. He already had a semi hard on and his large helmet seemed to be stretching out to me. Before I knew it I had my right hand under his balls and then moved up to. ‘Oh Norah Jones, I don’t want a man just for sex, I want a hungry man drinking beer and watching my ass move around the kitchen preparing us real cuisine. Cooking for one is about as hopeless as sex is for one, why does life have to be so unfair, Norah?’ Off went Norah, on went TV to screen the video recording of the pre-lunchtime Soap. Bianca ate slowly, ready to cry at the first sign of any emotionally brutalized women’s eyes on-screen beginning to dilate. ‘Yum – this meal is great. Did I. Laurie, Erica, Veronica and myself played along with Laurie's bullshit idea of an initiation and grilled the young lady with several random questions, and a series of embarrassing tasks. Obviously, most of the questions took on a sexual theme, and some were just designed to see what type of information she was willing to tell about herself."When was the first time you ever had sex?" Have you ever kissed another girl?" How often do you masturbate?" Do you ever go out in public without wearing.