How is he going to get me out of here?I watched the noiseless flight of the Flying Dutchman as it followed the sports car like a loyal puppy.Saved I t...ought.I heard Diane still talking on the other end of the cell phone call. "You want to speak to who? You're wrong. It is not Cane. Who? Well I wish I had a drink right now."Koke slapped me in the mouth hard enough to draw blood. Then he grabbed the phone and threw it out of the car. "I'm not that stupid my new sex toy."I watched as my phone flew. ”“You’re jealous, Mom,” Billy laughed.“No, not really,” she said, nuzzling at his crotch. “I just want something between us she won’t do, that’s all.” She kissed his cock, then got out of the tub, dripping water on the floor.“Now I have to piss,” she said in a low voice. Instead of sitting on the toilet, she climbed on the rim, squatting precariously. Holding her knees apart, she moved a hand to her pussy, parting the lips of her cunt. Billy stood in the tub, watching, his eyes glazed as he saw. You could have ended up swimming with the fishes. You could be in the hospital morgue.’ He sighed into his hands, cursing himself for his stupidity, knowing how fortunate he was to walk away from the accident without serious injury. Apart from a slight ache in his right leg and a few minor cuts to his knees and feet he was relatively okay. Heather wasn’t so lucky. She was badly hurt in the accident. His guilty conscience got the better of him. He decided to feign a limp. The dark sky beyond. I go back a couple of days later and she is there again. It is slow and she is re-stocking the bar. She goes out in back to get some napkins. I hear “Shit’ come from the back. “Rick (that’s me) can you come back here and give me a hand?” She yells. I get up off my stool and saunter into the back. “Can you lift me up so I can get the napkins? They are on the top shelf.” Mia asks. I put my hands on her hips just above her waistline of her shorts. As I go to lift her, the blouse she is wearing.