In the bag over there. You good with a tablet? An iPad? I have one of those, and a Surface in there if you like. What are you looking for?” I was ju...t laying back on the bed reading the book I had with me.“Oh, a Walmart along the way. We had both types of tablets that we used in school.” She played with the iPad for a while, then the Surface. “That’s nice, being able to use the computer without the popups coming up and bothering me all the time.”“Your computer had popups bothering you? You had. Next to Oscar, I was a polished diplomat. It took a special kind of woman - one in short supply - to appreciate his stellar qualities. And when you're walking around with full balls the size of navel oranges rubbing on each other between your legs... Okay, I'm exaggerating, a little, but YOU get the idea... "Vickie, this is my esteemed friend and neighbor, Oscar the Grouch. As you may have realized by now, he's kind of direct..." Oscar ran his eyes up and down over Vickie, and he licked his. “Lucky cow.”Carol speeded up. It seemed to be taking her twice as long to return to the car park as it had earlier in the evening when she’d gone back to retrieve the handbag she’d left behind. She was getting hornier by the second. It had been over a month since Jack last climbed up and thrust his cock into her. And, even then, he hadn’t finished the job. He’d took his pleasure—what there was of it—rolled off, rolled over and gone straight to sleep. Carol had had to finish things herself.She. She must have been wracked with guilt and worry for years, fearing her relationship with her brother might one day come out in the open.My forehead had been split above the right eye by the bottle wielded by Hodge, and blood had caked over it and my face. I staggered into the bathroom, and a stranger, with one eye closed by congealed blood, stared back at me from the cabinet mirror. I looked like death warmed up but felt much worse. I gingerly sponged off the worst of the blood on my face, but.