"It's just a little crease, Dal. It's not as bad as the 544 Volvo."The 544 was a ball of sliced and diced metal by the time they got it out of the can...l. Dal did mention that. Actually, what he said, "It couldn't be as bad as the 544, there wasn't 3 inches of straight metal on it."He did have a point. The picturesque barge that the car hit wasn't the only barge ... the rest were heavily loaded scrap carriers."I already bought a spare ... for the parts," I said."That bad?" I'm having Thorolf. ”After a moment of silence, Dr. Crane responded,“I’m sorry to hear that, David; I think we were beginning to make some real progress. I usually like to have a final session with all my patients. Do you think it would be possible for you to stop in my office on Saturday, say 8:00 AM?”“That will be fine. I can stop there on my way to the freeway.”“Great, see you then.”Bright and early Saturday morning, David cleaned out his dorm room, and threw the balance of his things into the back seat of his. It wasn't very big but it went down easily and soon she could feel come pouring down her throat and over her lips and dripping down her chest, where it mingled with the sweat and oil and where the groping hands of the group massaged it vigorously into every pore of her skin.Tina was sound asleep and continued dreaming her muddled dream of the night before, a constantly changing cavalcade of cocks, rods, cunts, slits, tools and hands, hands, hands, tearing at her body using her. She couldn't. Was he right about me flashing my panties at him? I love wearing hipster jeans and that is one of the consequences, but Id not do it on purpose would I? Also, Id honestly, never thought about hanging my underwear on the line in the garden. After all who would see them apart from Mary and my husband. Of course, things were different now, because I had a red blooded, ex-convict living next door, who hadnt seen a woman for two whole years, so I would have to be more discrete. The following.