Andrea took some getting used to. By seven AM she had done more then most people do all day. She ran five miles up steep mountains every day. She did ...wo hundred sit-ups, lifted weights, and did wind sprints. All this was before seven. She was employed by "All Greats" sports wear as a sales agent. She cut back her schedule as the birth of Bob Jr. drew near. Once he was born, she was a wild woman molding her body back into the condition that she knew she must obtain to compete on the world. There were a couple of fleece jumpers in there somewhere, but not much else that would be of any use. Despite her dad’s nagging over the years, Rosie never had gotten around to storing useful things like a torch and a blanket in the car. No doubt her dad would have a field day on this one. She shuddered to think of his reaction when he came to rescue her. She rummaged in her bag for her mobile phone and peered at the screen. It was at that moment she began to wish she had stayed at college. .. kinda stabbed myself.”“You stabbed yourself in the face with a knife?”“Uh ... actually with my cane.”“How the hell does that happen?” she asked, leaning forward to examine the stitches in his cheek. “Obviously, there’s more going on than a couple silly dances. What weird shit are you involved in?”“Shhh,” he cautioned, wincing slightly as he held his finger to his lips. “They’re already giving me a hard time about not reporting an assault. I’d rather not provide the media with additional. ” When he said his name I remembered him immediately. He was one of the men that Glenn had ordered to fuck me in a motel room when they had arrested me for prostitution. He seemed reluctant at the time, but he had no problem stuffing his cock in both my ass and pussy that night, before feeding me a load of cum. No wonder he remembered my “Cummy Bear” nickname so well.“I often felt guilty about that night until I worked in Vice for nearly 18 years, now I know that Glenn was right about the.