. uh.... I know! You can bet theClothes up in your Room!" Aw!" Jan protested, "That's not fair! He's not wearing them! And whoknows how much stuff he'... got up there!" Hmmm," Jeri pretended to be thoughtful, "How about if he bets all theClothes and Luggage in his Room? That'd settle it!" Well," Jan pretended to mull this over, "I guess it'd work." What do you say, Gerald?" Jeri smiledat him... and leaned forward just abit, to let him peek down her silky bra. And he agreed! But of course, that. It looked deserted and decrepit. The dodgy souvlaki restaurant remained open but the club above had all the windows whitewashed over and the Pink Pussycats sign was faded and the neon glass sign was broken. It looked like an abandoned dump.Michele hopped out of the van. She was wearing flared jeans; a tight purple velour top with long sleeves and cork-soled platform sandals with her red toenails peeking out of the straps. Her fingernails were painted the same bright red, which matched her. Whereabouts is Farnborough?" "Farnborough is a small town about 48 kilometers southwest of London. It is actually more of a suburb of London since you can't really tell where London ends and Farnborough begins!" she told him, "There are a lot of little towns surrounding London but they all run together pretty much." "I see. And how long have you lived there?" he asked. "I’ve lived there all my life. I was born there and never left until coming here. I had never even been on an airplane until. “Maybe they’re checking the mail?”“Mail comes to the door.” Donna giggled. “I have to suck the mailman’s cock each time to get it. That’s the law.”“Of course it is,” I groaned, shaking my head. Donna stayed at home to tend our house. She used to be my wife’s supervisor at BT Chemical, a real bitch of a woman. Then she became a bimbo when Veronica Beigh had tried to steal our product, sending her in as a spy to our investor meeting.Now she was our wife. It was delicious revenge. Donna didn’t.