"What are they?" I asked,looking at the small, round white tablet in my hand. It had no markingson it at all, and looked like bog-standard paracetamol..."Another of my special private blend," miss stevens answered, tapping hernose in mock subtlety. "A magician never reveals her secrets. Don't gotelling other inmates about them either, understand? I'm not a drugdealer - I don't want people knocking on my door looking for a fix." Inodded, before popping the pill in my mouth and swallowing it down. .I`d be a fucking billionaire by now :).No matter how much fuck I get, there is never fucking enough fuck for me, so I`m fucking paying prostitutes for fuck. Sometimes I fucking think I`ve became some kind of a fuck maniac. I am surprised I haven`t contacted some fucking venereal disease yet, since I fucking love a prostitute sucking my fucking cock without a fucking condom and then cuming in her fucking mouth, on her fucking face or on her stockings fucking legs. I found a fucking prostitute. We were just a few yards away from each other when he stopped,turned with his back to me to bend over to tie his shoe. As he did so of course I got a full view of a nice full sac of his balls. he stood as i approached him and said "Morning" first with a big grin on my face and he replied the same. He asked if I worked up at the lodge and I said yes as he replied that he was a member of the gym,pool and sauna there but I had never seen him. He lived about 30 minutes away and was never a regular. "Jack Terrell? This is Alice Hoffman." Actually, it's John, but I'll answer to anything. What can I do for you?" Meet me at Luciano's, in the bar, at five o'clock. I'll recognize you." Any special reason?" I think we can be of help to each other. No more questions now. I'll see you at five."That was totally out of the blue. I had seen pictures of Alice Hoffman, on the news and in the newspaper. She was the power behind her wimpy husband. She came from money and knew how to use it. I had a.