I gave up and drove off cursing for being so careless. He was at work the next morning as always, so I figured maybe he'd slipped out for a quickie on...lovers' lane in some chick's car. I'd be more careful in the future.I don't usually read the papers; it's a lot of stuff that doesn't concern me but someone had left the morning edition in the diner where I usually have breakfast and the headline caught my eye 'RAGING RAPIST STRIKES AGAIN'. It went on to describe the vicious rape of a middle aged. I rubbed the back of his neck and those cute little ears. He was so soft, his tongue did not shove its way into my mouth but lightly knocked on the door, the passageway to my sex and passion. I kissed his hand. "'Twas a pleasure, sir. I shall see you another time I'm sure. Keep an eye out for me!" I winked, my lipstick messed up. It was too, the shiny covering on my cell phone acted as a very good and accurate mirror. I walked with my head down, the font of my hat pulled low over my eyes but I. "Reaching out, Danforth tripped the relay switch.Light flared in the tail of the rocket and a low, deep hum began deepin its bowels."One shot!" Danforth cried, exuberantly. "One shot that will change theworld!"The hum began rising in both pitch and volume, while the light on themachine began to increase in power."One small step for man..." Danforth screamed. "...and a giant leap inproving my pan-universal theories!"Laughing, Danforth reached out and caressed the hand-carved nameplatein the side. To………every week….to……..”Eventually I managed to work out that the collector was demanding a weekly blow jobin return for paying half her payment each week. That worked out at £20 a time – a bargain!I looked at my mother in law as she sat huddled and weeping in her chair. I was furious with the loan collector. Not because he wanted to fuck my mother-in-law’s mouth – hell, I’d wanted to do that from the first day I met her – but becauseI’d been trying to get into Betty’s knickers for 30 years and.