I watched as a white Dodge Caravan pulled up towards the Tim Hortons. I quickly took out my phone and wrote down their plate number as they parked in ...he small parking lot beside the Tim Hortons. Two men came out, both brown males, around 30 years old, short black hair and brown eyes. They were both skinny and clean shaven. They both wore jeans and a long sleeved shirt as they approached me. The difference I guess between them was their height. One man had a much deeper voice, he was 58. The. F kaisa h kya krta h wo boli bhai mera koi b.F nhi h mai bola tu jhut bol rhi h mujhe pta h tera ek b.F h jiske saath tune kai baar sex kiya h school bunk kr k.Wo darrne lgi boli pagal ho kya asa kuch nhi h to mai moke ka faida uthate hue use or darane lga.Mai bola dekh mere pass uski or tere sex krte hue ki photo bhi h mujhe mere ek dost ne di h aaj mai ye photo mummy papa ko dikhata hu tb tujhe pta lgega.Wo sach me darr gai quki uska koi b.F tha or mera tukka shi set ho chuka tha wo boli agar. "How was your evening," Margaret asked."Wonderful," Rose responded immediately.I wonder if she knew how good that made me feel. I could see the big smiles on both Harlan's and Margaret's faces as Rose described the meal at Candilotti's.I turned down a coffee offered by Margaret, knowing it would keep me awake, not that my evening with Rose wouldn't as well. I drove home with a good feeling about our first date and hopeful that it would be the first of several. I walked into the house to find. He could surely not mean that…Could he? “You could have cost us a very important friend of the Museum, cunt…”he said. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw how he buried a couple of fingers in the butter. “Please, sir, I have..” “oh, shut up, bitch!” he interrupted. She did so, abruptly. He was not holding on to the chain, but she had kept her hands behind her head. Two butter-greased finger went into her rear, in stead of the two lubricated by cunt-juice. It felt cold. “The Swiss collector.