I guess I owe them that, but I don't regret what I do, not for a minute because I know the world's a better place because of me for so many reasons. ...nyway, I think I've got a good fifty years yet to eradicate cunts from the world, and depending on how many I actually have time for, I think I can off at least ten per week, and that would add up to thousands and thousands before I'm a really old man and even then I'll keep going for as long as I can.I don't know if I'll ever get married. I. She walked over to the couch closest to the hall doorway and struck what she hoped was a languid pose over the corner with her bare butt pointing toward the door. He'd have to see that or she would poison his soup tonight.The toilet flushed and she could hear his footsteps come down the steps and start for the door."Bye now. I'll talk..." She grinned as his words caught in his throat. He couldn't see that, but he certainly could see her backside cleavage and she knew it would set off his desire. As a sophomore and a popular student-athlete, he was well-liked and knew everybody. He introduced me to his uncle, Patterson Blake, the Head Coach of the Men’s Basketball program. Coach Patterson was a tall, stocky bald man with an iron grip. He’d coached college basketball since the late 1970s and was always looking for new talent. He said I looked familiar. I wasn’t surprised. I was one of the best student-athletes at my old high school. Upon hearing that, he sized me up, then asked me about. I've seen her a couple of times bare legged, they looked good but they never had the same appeal to me without the pantyhose on, I had once thought that was strange, Tiffany was a beautiful woman, but seeing her bare legs wasn't the same without the pantyhose.After one show ended real late, my father invited Tiffany to spend the night at our house (and no, not for sex, I'll have you know my parents were happily married.), Tiffany was so tired she feel asleep on the couch without changing out of.