"I take off my shirt, then my t-shirt, the driver shines a light on me and says, "Damn that must hurt."I start pulling out the slivers of ceramic plat... and say, "I've had worse." Then I chuckle and add, "Besides, chicks dig the scars."He laughs and says, "You really are one crazy mother. By the way my name is Stinky Pete."I ask, "Stinky Pete? How did you get that name?"He lets out a belly laugh, "Well when I first started driving I drove a pig hauler. Those are filthy damn animals! To this day. Copies sent and copies received match. In these, you say a multitude of confusing messages."Do have anything to say? I thought not, you stupid shit head. You say, woman are bimbos and sluts. You say your wife spends too much money, that, oh!, your wife is a, let me quote here, "a weird result of plastic surgery". "You typed that, oh my, 'she is a stupid cunt'." And we have here also, on the computer logs, that you have entered porn and sissie, and even transvestite sites. What were you looking. "Faruza sat on the corner of his desk, nodding. Dan glanced at her bare legs and felt a twitch between his own legs. Instantly, he remembered how good it felt to lay between her legs, how good she looked laying under him with that twisted up expression on her face when she was moaning. His penis grew hard and he squeezed his legs together."I bled yesterday," Faruza said. She lifted the bottom of the oversized shirt and looked down at her panties."Did it hurt?"She shook her head. "I didn't bleed. "Henry is a bit old fashioned, he still sees you as the little girl he held as a baby and expects you to be a pure little princess and demure young lady with no sexual experiences till you hit the marriage bed," I said."Fat chance of that," giggled Bonnie."Oh he's not daft, he just doesn't want to know ... or be told in the sense of having his nose rubbed in it," I said."Are you the same with Ginny?" she asked curiously."She has a regular boyfriend, they sleep in the same bed when here, so no,".