It was the money shot, so I drove home.The next morning I caught Betty Forest at ‘That Hair Salon’ in a busy shopping center. It was where she wor...ed. She and her partner made a good living there, I thought. Still I honored my cut rate introductory price.“I got the pictures, and a report stating where he was and who he was doing. The price we agreed upon was one hundred dollars. Now if your lawyer needs me to testify, that’s another one hundred dollars per day for every day I have to attend. Com /// [email protected] /// vladstrelok.tumblr.com----Part 1 - The MeetingJason Bellaraux was fast asleep, head on his desk, in his "History of the Dream speakers" class. He was awake earlier, but found the tedious droning about the past. He had nodded off sometime in the midst of a few Technocratic politicians scheming over the plans for the Inquisition. He didn't care about the subject, and he was only required to take the class mainly as a formality, he had. But they were like a foreign language to him. Like when you can't know where one word ends and a new one begins.Yet, he knew their meaning. As he knew the meaning of what he saw. The words and the pictures seemed glued to his soul. Or even better: grafted on it. They were part of him, had always been.Hadn't they?He became aware of his body.It was perfectly immobile. He could make his muscles ripple, but he could not move an inch. Which was just as well, as he totally lacked any desire to move.. Kara lovethis skirt because you could see the top of her bushy pussy(which kara had learned Derek liked). Her shirt was very tight today, one she'd had back in fourth grade; lucky for her the school dress sode was anything more than underclothes-bra, underwear, and so on. The shirt was also barely covering the space three inches above her belly button.Kara sprinted down the stairs, intent on getting a quick ceral bar and hurrying to school. But two things stopped her. First, her reflection in.