..****************************************Drinking A Puddle Of Girl-Racer's PissTrue Story No. 10***************************************A few years ba...k I was taking a walk around a popular tourist spot on the County Durham Coast. As I made my way along the path back to the car park, just as I emerged from the dip, I could see, squatting in the open door-way of her car, an unusually attractive, girl-racer type, taking a piss. Her vehicle was at the perfect angle, parked across the end of the. Even were there no wind, the thick walls of Meduseld would pass neither calls of passion nor agony unless there was a listener already close at hand. If no help came from the hall, then no help will come at all.She fought with her muscles as long as she could. Then with her voice. Now, she had only her wits and her will. She resolved to fight on, to win the longer war, even though she already knew she’d lose this particular battle. This would be the third time Wormtongue had, in some fashion,. For several days after his examination of the placement history, Glen had difficulty sleeping, a problem he could ill afford. Julie knew something was bothering him and asked about it several times. He, however, was terrified of telling her what their prospects were. She would never find a job that she liked as well and that paid as well in one of those smaller towns. How would they afford an apartment and a car on the salaries being offered? It seemed to him that teaching was intended as a. His organ jumped and swelled with lustful anticipation as his eyes took inventory of the young girl.Louise uncertainly looked at her partner. "Are you sure this is OK? Legal, I mean? Do we just watch and video the whole thing?"Hell yes! As far as legal is concerned, we let the DA worry about that. The Chief cleared what we're doing," and the Detective checked the recording equipment to be sure they were getting everything on tape.Her long blue-black hair swept around her tanned face splattered.