”“Is there anything else you wish to confess?”Alison thought. “I don’t think so, Fucker.”“In which case, your penance is to say one Our ...ucker and five Eat My Cunt Marys. Now, please make your act of contrition.” Alison heard the priest slide a panel in the screen sideways, revealing a round gloryhole some three inches in diameter. Alison leaned forward, placed her mouth at the hole, and opened wide – just like her Mommy had taught her to. Through the hole slid a thick shaft of flesh – hard,. "I flicked my cell open and searched my contact list. I found the number I was looking for and hit the send key. Almost as soon as it began ringing a female voice answered, "Delmar Resort, how may I help you?" Dana, I thought this was your private number? When did you start answering the switchboard?" Bill, is that you? I haven't heard your voice in too long. How have you been?" I'm fine, Dana. I was wondering if you could do me a favor." Anything, Bill, we probably wouldn't be here if you. A masterpiece by god is the perfect term to describe her. Now well it happened so, that it was a monday and we were leaving for our respective offices. I started my bike, and left it idle without accelerating. Meanwhile Disha came down and saw that her activa’s tire was flat. I acted as if i didnt notice the flat tire, and said: ‘Hey Disha! Is everything alright?’ She replied: ‘Hey! Nopes my tires gone flat and i have an important meeting at office and i’m already late!’Aah! This is the chance. It was for everyone’s benefit, because if it wasn’t for him forcing these idiots to see reason, there was a good chance they’d stir up trouble in the future. If he had to force peace down their throats, he would.It was times like these he realized how easy it’d be to become a dictator. It was so damn simple to assume he was right, everyone else was wrong, and if he could just force everyone to do what he wanted, everyone would be happier. A nice, lovely, cobblestone road of good intentions,.