But with shaking fingers, she tugged on my pants, freeing the button and pulling down the zipper. My pants fell to my knees as I knelt, and my erect c...ck thrust out. The woman gasped again, looking at my dick."What's your name, honey?" I asked her."V-Vicky," she said in a trembling voice.I smiled. "Suck my cock, Vicky," I said. "And do a good job, or the little one gets an overdose of iron."Her face contorted. "Oh, God!" she cried fearfully. "Do anything you want with me, just leave my little. Ever been with another girl before?”“No, and I don’t intend to,” said Olivia sharply.“Don’t worry. You will. You’ll be Gay for the Stay, just like all the rest. You’ll see.”Gay for the stay. Those words cut through Olivia’s mind like a hot knife through butter. There was no way Olivia would ever let that happen.“Andrea Jackson?” a guard asked at the cell door. “Come with me.”Andy was led out. Olivia was hoping she could get her cell soon so she could lie down in peace and collect her thoughts.. Q: Why can’t a blonde dial 911?A: She can’t find the elevenQ: How does a black girl tell if she is pregnant?A: When she pulls the tampon out all the cotton is picked.Q: What do you call white people running down a hill?A: An avalanche.Q: What do you call Mexicans running down a hill?A: A mudslide.Q: What do you call black people running down a hill?A: A jail break.A blonde, a brunette, and a redhead are in a Mexican prison. They committed a crime and have been sentenced to death. The women are. O.T sorted on it, and then we can get our car insurance shifted. ‘How much?’ Miranda asked quietly. Peter gave a little grimace. ‘Well… with our old car thrown in… he said four and a half thousand.’ ‘That’s yours and my wages… and then some!’ Miranda exclaimed. ‘But we’ll be sorted for the next few years I think!’ Miranda gave another little sigh. ‘What with the guttering last month… and now this… well we’re going to have to dig into the savings some more, to help us get through the month….