The revelations from this trip, though, put that shock to shame. Without working too hard, he and Aaron and the brokerage had come up with twice again...what he'd found out about in September, and all the nooks and crannies hadn't yet been investigated. It seemed likely the Internal Revenue Service was going to be getting a hell of a check from him next spring. In the past Dave had wondered about why Julie had insisted on filing separate returns, rather than a joint one. Now, he understood. Amit and Vicky came on either side of me and said “Let’s have some fun.” I somehow freed myself and excused myself to go to the bathroom. I stood under the shower and tried to figure out things. I was nervous. Sure, I could have some fun, no strings attached. But I had heard of how badly it hurt, and there was the possibility of some injury. Anyway, I decided to give it a try. I cleaned myself thoroughly. I used to wax my crotch anyway. So I cleaned out my butthole as best as I could. When I. ??Yes?. Sir, I think? I think I?m ready.? There was silence on the other end, silence that seemed to last for more than a minute, endless silence for Mira. ?If you?re not sure, slut, I?ll turn around and go home.? ?No! No, I?m sure. I really want to see you, Sir. I?m sorry for being hesitant.? ?Remember that this is what you wanted, slut. You came down here for me to use, for me to take and do anything with that I wish. You?re the one who said that you were. Then, as now, Mr. Ranturi was one of the most personable and friendly people I'd ever met. He genuinely seemed to like me and, to give me a little credit, I had no idea what it was he did for a living back then. When he was alone during flights, something that had happened about half the time, he used to enjoy sitting in the co- pilot's seat chatting with me about anything and everything. He seemed particularly fond of stories from my Navy days, when I flew C-2 Greyhounds, which were large,.