Bingo: tabloid reporter! Aren't too many of those rags that have actual reporters on staff, but there's a few, but that's not me. I'm not on anyone's ...ayroll, I'm too notorious, I'm a freelancer that works with more credible writers and photogs feeding them times, dates, places and so forth and they just see what happens when I'm there, if some big name losses their shit and winds up all over me, great! If her bruiser boyfriend beats me up over it: even better! It's not a great line of work but. Okay, where to I go from here? "Missed you at school."I couldn't see her face. Her skin was lightly tanned, the line of her swimsuit bra across her back a fainter, lighter stripe. She'd never been one much for sunbathing, wore a modest two-piece suit, a good swimmer, but mostly just enjoyed splashing round in the pool.Now, here, every line of her body said something, and I tried to figure out what it was.Depression?Yeah, seemed maybe like that.A few inches in front of her the bathtub spigot. As I sucked it into my mouth with a slurp, he said. "Now swallow it all baby,we don't want any to get on your outfit."Feeling very comfortable in my new persona,I vigorously sucked him off. After regaining his composure, George stood me up and made me model my clothes, being sure I bent over twice, to get a good look at my pantied butt. When I went in to fix my lipstick, George called a cab.After a short taxi ride,we arrived at the party. As we exited the cab, George gave me his orders. I was. "ooh" i said, when i came across a box of old dentist tools my wife got from a yardsale. i found the one that was a piece of metal that turned into a point at the end and walked back over to my girl. she was trying to walk, i took a swing with the dentist tool to her leg and punchered a hole big enough to fit my pinky into. she screamed [duh]. i tried it again on the other side. she still continued to try to move away. well... she dosnt need legs anymore anyways. i grabed a machete from a table.