GIVE ME THAT COCK!! I BROUGHT A BUDDY AND HE GOING TO FUCK THIS GOOD PUSSY TOAND WHEN HE GETS DONE I'M I'M GOING TO TARE UP YOUR SLOPPY CUNT AGAIN AND...IF YOUR LUCKY I'M GOING TO LET YOUR HUBBY HAVE SOME OR MABEY NOT. YOU ALLRIGHT WITH THAT??FUCK YA!! I'VE WANTED A NASTY FUCK LIKE YOU FOR A LONG TIME!!! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE WE'VE GOT ONE THAT NEEDS A ALLNIGHTER!BILL PULLS HIS COCK OUT WITH A SLUSHY POP. IS THAT ALL I'M GOING TO GET? DARLING WHEN WE GET THROUGH WITH YOU YOU WILL BE VERY. The Monday morning headlines are full of pictures and stories about the serial killings. One story chronicles the string of murders. Another story lists some details that all the murders have in common. Still another story discusses what the police have done thus far to locate the killer. But the biggest story is about the latest victim who was left on the side of Interstate 10 near where it crosses the Little Irish Bayou. A man who was picking up his crawfish nets in the Irish Bayou Lagoon. "I'll bring her straight there. We have to come by motorcycle, and it's six hundred miles, so it's going to take us a couple of days. Just get started on them. We both want them to have whatever it takes, okay?"It was five in the evening when they started out. Bob had taken what he called his "babe bike" on the trip to help Matt, because it was the one he would be less unhappy about if anything happened to it. It was a special construction custom hard tail that he'd built from the frame up,. That's when the doorbell rang. Alan went to the door, expecting to see Angel. Meanwhile, Brianna was cooking breakfast. When he opened the door, he was surprised. They had not seen their father in years. And yet he was standing there. He was muscular and well groomed. He was a business man, or so their mother claimed. “Dad?” “Hello, Alan. I came to see you and Brianna while I am in town.” “Bri is cooking. Come on in.” It was usually awkward when their father was around. He seemed to be more.