It’s the car battery, the freaking car battery.So now what do you do?That depends on where you are. If you’re parked in your driveway you start ca...ling friends to give you a jump. Except they all work during the day, and can’t take an hour off to help you with your car. You knock on your neighbors’ doors but they’re not home either.Shit, shit, shit.It’s looking like a tow truck is your last option. That’ll be a hundred bucks. What a racket. In your next life, buy a tow truck and work banker’s. I set the surveillance camera covering my apartment's living room to save. I didn't have one in the bedroom and that was fine. I didn't want any problems later as far as who did what to who. Since I had the only password to change the setting, I didn't have to worry about anyone downloading the file. Someone might stumble on it, but they couldn't keep it. Odds of even that happening were a million to one.When her call came, I looked at the online image of her standing at the gate. Martin was. I could feel the grip on my cock softening. “Please let me cum, just give me a few more strokes.” “Would you like to cum on my legs?” “Yes, please,” I begged.“Sorry, not yet handsome.” “But Nicole, I have had a hard-on for at least an hour now.” “I am really sorry about that,” she smiled. ”Let’s have a drink. Petra get us some wine please?” Petra served the wine and we started to chat. After we drink the first glass, one of the girls said, “Nicole, I think you should give him another. In her room, the nurse took the witness shots from the file, and studied them. She placed them on the bed, and indicated to Blen that she should take off her shorts and briefs, and lie down. As Blen did this, the nurse took some latex gloves from a bag, and pulled them on, then bent up Blen’s knees, and parted them. Leaning forward, she drew open Blen’s labia, and inspected her hymen. Looking up at Blen, she spoke in a language she did not understand, but the tone was positive. The nurse then.