The man in question was tall, fairly buff with dark hair and eyes and a well-fitting stubble. He was just scruffy enough without looking like a homele...s man. Danyelle eased up from behind to take the empty chair next to him. “Hello,” she said seductively. “My name is Dany. What’s yours?”“Corey,” the man answered without even casting a glance her way.Danyelle frowned briefly. It irritated her at how he didn’t react in the least. She was wearing a one shoulder side spliced dress that showed off. Another collects old, vintage road maps of the United States. Like I said, there are all sorts of things that can be a 'hobby.' I have no interest in stamp-collecting, or old tools, or antique fly-fishing poles, or old road maps...but, I do have my own 'hobby', and that's 'collecting' blow jobs! You see? I've been an avid fan of sucking other guys cocks since I was a teenager growing up in Oklahoma back in the 50's!My dad was a roughneck, working oil fields all over this country, but especially. Unfortunately I didn't feel as though I was in a position to ask her out when our group project was complete, and Katie was once again returned to her position as the girl who kept me distracted all class long. Truth be told, I had been rejected by less pretty girls throughout high school, and I was sure that if I put the question to Katie I would once again be playing the rejected dope.My assets were of the academic nature, not of the physical, like the guys I was sure Katie was attracted to.. Pate did not know how close he was to correct.Dr. Parker had promised the autopsy report by Monday afternoon, barring unforeseen complications, and the State forensic lab was sure their report would be available by then as well, with much the same caveat.With things on hold until those two things were ready, and everything else under control for the moment, Pate decided to spend time with Anna. He thought, Now, that was a hard decision, NOT!Passing the old logging road on his way to the.