Dressed in a Royal purple strapless leather basque with button-up front and black laces (criss-cross corset style) down the sides, matching leather sh...rts, black lace up side (for easy removal). I lie spread-eagled with my leather wrist and ankle restraints holding me secure to the bed. My eyes are covered with a leather blindfold. You smile as you think about what excitement your mates showed when they were telling you about bonuses. Wow! What a bonus&hellip, you feel instantly hard and horny,. The truth is I wasn’t technically homeless, but I didn’t go home for days at a time. My hair was in dreadlocks, which contributed to the homeless impression. Not the cool kind of dreadlocks that a guy in a band might have, mine were nasty. I didn’t even set out to have dreadlocks, it just happened when I wore a knit cap for a month and neglected to comb my somewhat coarse hair. It got a few matted spots in the back and I didn’t bother to do anything about it. By the time the weather warmed up. "It annoyed him even though a sarcastic response was what his stupid question deserved. "How?"“We're friends.”Evan waited for more, then asked, “What did she mean, it's not my fault?”"That's not important now," Ms. Style said. "Would you do me a favor?" Evan's mouth opened, then closed when he realized it was a rhetorical question like the ones his mother asked him. "Give Darlene a ride home. I have to run.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out a Ben Franklin."Thank you, of course, no. There's nothing; no sofa, no easy chair. I yank hard on Victoria's flaccid legs; her torso slides up over my shoulder. With a soft flip, Victoria's corpse swings out over my shoulder; I let go of her legs and her body drops to the floor with a deep, loud, sickening thump, bouncing hard, her limbs flapping on the carpet, her torso and hips quaking as she comes to rest.I walk to the bed, gather the bedclothes, fold them hurriedly and toss them into a corner. Returning to Victoria's body, I grab.