"i bet a nice strapping young man like you,"she says with a pause looking at my absent shoulder,i become insecure,she resumes her sentence."could make...a gal laugh all night." you know it stewardess."she laughs.im in."oh you charmer."she says.i interlock my arm with hers."want to get to my hotel,i have lots of jokes."close to her i can smell mothballs on her person.my 5'5 inch prick starts to plump up.fifteen minutes later we are at my 1998 ford taurus.i help her into my passenger side door she. He walked a little more and heard him put something in a microwave. He went back to the fridge and took not one, but two beers out. Christ! she thought. I hope he doesn't piss in my mouth!A minute later, the microwave chimed and he took out something that smelled like pizza.Then he pushed her by the head back into the living room and sat back down on the sofa.He turned the TV back on and started watching a footbowl game. He started eating the pizza and sipping his beer beer.He lifted his legs. .."I told Mrs. Keremough a completely fabricated story of nearly falling down the same hole a few months ago. In fact I don't think I was ever at the dump, but hopefully that would not be something the police would be checking on.As I walked to my car I thought about Mrs. Gilman's feelings. Was it better to lose your child suddenly, or to know for months or years that she'd be dying? I shook my head violently. Neither alternative was easy to contemplate even in the abstract; when connected to. Molly blushed as she realized where her thoughts were leading.Oh, no, she told herself, and she turned away from the window... then turned right back again. Not having hands, the poor dogs had no way of relieving their frustrations. They would have to suffer until their erections went away in the course of time.Unless..."Molly felt herself trembling all over.I could throw a bucket of cold water on them, she thought.Molly was wondering if she should do those dogs a favor. She had no intention of.