…I wanted to trot into her place of her work with elegance and so I slipped on a clean pair of black trousers, and my stiff collared white shirt cla...ped to my torso by a soft brown velvet jacket. Slotted into my side pocket was Jean-Paul Sartre’s The Age of Reason, which I thought should accompany me because I didn’t know how long I would have to sit in the waiting lounge. I’m a decent sort of guy and was doing this for a worthwhile adventure and not necessarily to ogle at the other staff, but. ” My sister had her hair pulled back into a ponytail, and she was wearing a yellow t-shirt and jeans. “Don’t you want to go sell?” she questioned.“Yeah in a few. I’m tired I was restless all night.” My sheets were balled up and pillows had been scattered throughout the night. “I need a shower, then we can go.” An hour later we were walking through the woods on our way to the stand. Neither of us had spoken about what we’d seen the night before, but it was all I was able to think about. Finally,. He called me from the upstairs several minutes later. When I got upstairs, he motioned me into the master bedroom. He had been snooping and found a whole collection of marital aids in the underwear drawer of the k**s mother. He pulled one big rubber cock out and said, “this is what you want, right up the ass”. I just stared; a he had never made reference to this before. I was stunned, but he had a big grin on his face, and I realized that he was joking with me. I held up a bra to myself and. " Franklin ended.Without saying a word Pierce got up and put his unfinished beer down and walked away. This was way to fucking much for him. As he got to the fence that separated the property he heard the words:"Ten thousand dollars man; all you go to do is fuck a fat pig once and you got ten thousand dollars." Franklin said.Pierce never turned around; he just opened the gate and closed it. This time he put the lock on it and made sure Franklin saw him do it.It was almost a month later that.