What’s the story?” “What’s the grocery notebook for?” asked George. “Well, if I’m gonna be your manager, I need to take notes, “ she...told him. “Manager? Since when do I need a manager? And to manage what?” asked George. “Whoa! Whoa! Isolde, you’re getting way ahead of things,” interjected Bob. Then he said, “Do you have an extra chair for the old guy?” “Be right back,” Isolde said. And she went back into the house. She reappeared at the door, carrying two kitchen chairs. She had a Bic pen. Even still, she didn't want to date someone living or having sex with fourteen other women. She did however tell me to call should I have a falling out with all of the others.The media kept up with the finale to the serial kidnappings. Victoria disappointed them by pleading guilty to all charges. However she still faced sentencing and that set a new precedent. She was sentenced to spend her life in prison. It wasn't considered a life term but the closest the media could call it was. “Erin ... Why do you wanna know?”“I dunno,” she said. “I just think it’s cool.”I cocked my head to the side and looked at her coolly, inviting her to continue.She blushed and looked at the ground. “Paul,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. “Sometimes, it’s all I think about.”“What?”“You know ... doing it.”I was silent for a moment and she shifted her weight.“I think there must be something wrong with me,” she said.When I stepped close to her, she looked up at me tearfully. “There’s nothing. I brought the case to her and we kissed again, this time, our hands went inside our clothes and I was heaving her tits out from her bra when she said, " Do me on the bonnet Annie, I've always wanted to." She broke away and sat on the front of the car with her skirt up showing me her pale yellow panties.As I stood between her feet, she slowly parted her thick, honey coloured thighs and leant back against the windscreen. "Come on Annie, eat my hot juicy pussy, I've got a surprise for you." So now.