Maybe she could drive away the boredom stalking her constantly.Veronica knew she should have enjoyed the hell out of the fucking Stan had given her la...t night. And she had - for a few seconds. That convinced her she wasn't totally around the bend. There was still life left in the trim, sleek white body she possessed. Getting out into the world, meeting people, finding new interests, maybe all that would revitalize her so she could enjoy the wondrous things in life - like Stan's huge prick.Acme. "Daisy kicked him in the groin."Yeah, shame." Hey, Big Man... I mean, Milo. Yeah, we go way back, homie. Imagine if rumor went out that you tried to fuck one of your girls," I said."So? It's happened everywhere. I've done it!" Who?" Daisy said, incredulously."Later, Daisy. Milo, we know your weaknesses. So we're giving you an offer you can't refuse." What?" We want to be business partners here in the club." Ha. Hahaha. No," Milo said."Thought you'd say that," Daisy said back, with a smirk. I. He lowered her gently, so that her limp legs rested upon the ground - there was no danger of her making too much noise now. The man kept his garrotte pulled tight around Mrs. Tremblay's neck, until he felt her body shudder, and then spasm. The spasming lasted for several moments as her muscles expelled their last bit of stored energy, stopping abruptly, leaving her body completely empty of life. He first heard, then felt the dead woman's bladder release, soaking the faded denim of her jeans,. He wore a blue wife-beater singlet. Steph could see that his tattoos went under the singlet and over his body. His arms were both covered in full sleeve tattoos. His hands both had tattoos as well. To say that Steph was attracted to this perfect stranger was an understatement. He oozed male sexiness. He looked like a man who knew what he wanted and knew how to get it. The first thing he did was separate Steph from the others. He then told them that he didn’t want spectators and that they would.