But he knew there was more to do in life than just being a spoiled, self-indulgent playboy 24/7/365. Deep inside of him, there was still the bright an... ambitious young man eager to become an integral part of society in some way ... at least at some point. For the time being, however, he was going to be more of a “figurehead” executive, working part-time, coming in for meetings and planning sessions when needed, while continuing to enjoy his indulgent playboy lifestyle. He would also work from. "She's cute," Matthew said, sipping his wine, always right on cuewith the most inappropriate comments. Despite his casual ignorance, Matthew wasa sight for sore eyes. He had the perfect body and the kind of thick, slightlycurly brown hair I loved. And he had gorgeous blue eyes, with the ability toshow any emotion with them. He could even smile with them, which I foundendearing.I found myself getting flushed. Flushed with excitement about what was goingto happen that night. Finally, my night. I. His fingers playfully ran along my urethra catching the last couple drips of pee. Without wasting a drop he quickly slid his fingers into my mouth so I could taste my warm piss. ?Dirty slut? he remarked as he took his two fingers out of my mouth, slapped my ass and carried on his way. I was so lost in thought recalling how horny my last exploit had made me I didn’t notice the circle of truckers gawking at me as I made my way to the bathrooms on the back side of the gas station. The. One at a time he began tossing rocks from around his body off the cliff face. Arms sore and head pounding, mid morning came and went before he was finally able to twist his lower legs around and sit up on his buttocks.Patrick emerged from his sanctuary dragging his shotgun with him and wondering how he had managed to escape death. Destruction lay everywhere. The canyon floor was a jumble of newly fallen rock. In places the canyon wall had lost huge, impossibly large, slabs of stone and Patrick.