Who could it be?Normally whenever someone entered the house they would do so cheerfully but this... it was like a mouse had entered, it was that quiet... well, except for the door being closed with a loud bang. Jan went into the living room and gasped. It was Jared aka Cynical. He had just returned from E3. And boy did he look worn out! Of course Jan had kept up to date with his buddy's Twitter and YouTube accounts, sharing and commenting on every new media coverage. "Dude, how are you? Why. There are no bread lines, either. It’s just a bit of uncomfortable political correctness combined with much tighter gun laws, no surprises there. Like I said, mildly authoritarian.“Outside of the Twin Cities, though, you run into several county governments that can barely tolerate each other’s existence. The county bosses run their own political machines, avoid outsiders like the plague, and make money hand over fist through graft, bribery, and other forms of corruption. Whatever happened to. We decided that I would drive to his town and we would meet in a Food Lion grocery store parking lot. I was worried about sucking a cock in a public parking lot and told him we need to find a safe secure place. After much discussion he finally said I could follow him home and pull my truck into his garage. I have a truck with a king cab so there would sufficient room to get in the back and suck his cock. On the appointed day I drove the approximately 35 miles to his town and the Food Lion. Joyce resigned herself with continuing on before she was frightened by a much louder scream of terror.“Hello?” Joyce called into the alley. “Are you okay? Should I call the poli-““HELP! HE’S GOING TO KILL ME!”Joyce dropped her umbrella as the scream startled her. She looked around for a phone booth to call the police from. There! About 20 feet away. She booked it towards the red windowed booth and started dialing. 9. 1.BAM!Joyce screamed as a hand slammed against the window of the booth. The.