"Hey," I said when I heard JoAnna answering. "This is your favorite, one day worker. How are you?"She giggled like a teenager. "Well, if it isn't the ...amous Brian Morse. Where are you? How are you? Is everything all right?" We chatted for a while, and then she handed the phone to Hank."Hey, boy," he said happily. "And just where are you, today?" Hey, Hank. I'm in Kentucky, nearing Paducah, upriver from Cairo, Illinois, where I turn onto the Mississippi. It is way too cold to go north. I'm. For a moment they stopped to glance in Miss Marchant's direction, but the scene soon continued and Mr Vine finished berating the child for some misdemeanour before telling her to step forward and take up the punishment position. Chewing her bottom lip in true nervousness, the young lass, thirteen at most, shuffled up to her desk while gathering her kilt, baring her delicious milk pink and marble smooth bottom and thighs.At her desk, she shuffled her feet apart until they were outside the legs. Aur tumhara…’mera bhi wahi hal …’‘dekh rahi hoon. lund khada kar ke baithe ho…’nikki …tum ab muje chodo …’‘chut khol ke baithi hoon dekh kya rahe ho…chod hi dalo…’ nikki now opened everything and did not wait for me. she herself raised her chutads, centered herChut hole on the tip of the lund and pressed herself forward….khuch…ki avaz se dabaya to pura land andar chalagaya ab land andar sama chuka tha nikki ne mere kandho par haath rakhkar phir se dabaya to vo chikhi haay raja the lund pura. “Ohh-kay,” he says. “Go on.”“Danny, if we’d waited the cops would have wanted ID. Mine, and Hugo’s. And, well, Hugo doesn’t have any.”“Everybody’s got something, kid. What the hell, where’s his wallet?” He turns to Hugo. “Wallet, Hugo?”“What is wallet?” Hugo asks.“Hugo doesn’t speak a lot of English yet, just what I’ve taught him,” I explain. I don’t think I’m doing this well, but I’m not sure there’s really a good way to do it.“I got that part, more or less, but still—” Abruptly his face.