Well, maybe not that classic. I wasn\'t living on a farm or getting my pig high. My hometown was fairly big to my standards and yes, it contained more...than 3 gas stations.Anyway.I had dozens of friends, people I had known since I was knee high. I graduated from high school at an average B, didn\'t need a car because EVERYTHING was in walking distance, and all the little k**s in the neighborhood loved me, so instead of getting a real job, I created a daycare in the basement of my grandma\'s. ..although Miss Rogers might not like it too much!" "But, if it is a mistake, then, well, it's in your interest because then there's no record of it!" he triedto smooth it over. She reluctantly nodded. "She doesn't like to be interrupted during a sessionbut when she gets a break I'll call her and we'll sort it out. In the meantime why don't you sit in the waiting area, Mr Johnson!" "Oh, but...!" she was about to say something as he opened the door to the next room, but he was too. I chose you to be my champion for a reason, after all.” She kissed me again softly, then abruptly pulled back, sliding her hand back up to grasp my shaft as she turned away. “Now, come on!” Coolypso quickly sashayed over to the bike, her leather-clad ass swaying delectably in front of me as she led me by my cock. Then, she turned around and grabbed my head in both hands and kissed me hungrily, our tongues dueling with one another as my cock pressed against her bare midriff. She broke the kiss. All around him the lowhustle of the shop continued on as normal. He reached out and grabbed abook from underneath the table, "Metamorphosis" by Franz Kafka. Artchuckled a little to himself. Ironic, maybe a little dark to be reallycomparable to himself though. He had to admit he was enjoying himself.What kind of coffee had a book like this anyway.Art settled back into the sofa and resolved to staring out of the window,lifting his feet up off the floor and pulling them up underneath him..