He started to say something, when his phone started to ring. Without even excusing himself, he answered the phone, turning away from Diane and talking...quietly."That's the second time he's done that," Diane complained to me."Have you been dating long?" I asked.She shook her head. "First date, and let me tell you it'll be the last one. I think I'm done with online dating for a while."I giggled. "Well, I'll keep you company, anyway," I said, adjusting my posture to emphasize my chest in the white,. Stupid, stupid bitch! Wrong again as usual, but instead of a war of words, his "sword" will defile what he wanted to shut all along, her asshole.As she stepped out of the shower, she had her head wrapped in the towel to dry off her hair. Hans quickly appeared from behind the corner and wrestled both wrists and handcuffed them behind her back while forcing her on her face and knees. She screamed, but was muffled by the fact that the towel was still draped over her face, he quickly tied a loose. ‘Old enough, huh?’ I thought. I was on my own for the week. My wife and daughter had gone camping with my in-laws. I begged off with the excuse I had to work. My wife knew I didn’t want to go and didn’t make a fuss. When I got home, I drove into the garage, then I carried my groceries into the house. I set them down in the kitchen, picked up a can of beer, went into the den, turned on the TV, and loaded a videotape into the VCR. Then I plunked down in my big old chair and picked up the remote. They read. And I am not laughing!’ ‘I apologize. I am sure they are good friends.’ ‘They are although they seem to be confused by the sight of you chatting with me. Which brings us back to the original question. Why are you bothering with me?’ ‘Your make up is flawless, your hair is perfect, and your dress is beautiful.’ ‘I am not wearing make-up.’ ‘So I was right.’ ‘My hair is a mat of unruly red curls.’ ‘Again, perfect’ ‘I am skinny with no boobs.’ ‘Neither is true and you are the most.