Usually I'd come home from school, drop my bag, open my computer and change into my Chatroulette clothes - something not too revealing but not even cl...se to decent. Usually a good push-up bra and a plain black tank-top, red lipstick, thin eyeliner and my hair would either be slightly curled, or, as I called this other style, Pornstar Pigtails. Either way, I felt hot and ready for all the sticky, warm, nasty attention I'd be getting from these cokeheads on Chatroulette. Then, after a few hours. This toy is dangerous! she thought, But what a fucking ride!When she felt she was able to, she continued with her shower and then took her playmate and put him back in the drawer where she was safe from his temptations. However, before going to bed exhausted and happily sated, she opened the drawer to take one more look at her new boy toy. "Goodnight my love," she said, touching it, and then she shut the drawer and went to bed. From that first night, the thought of her secret vibrator filled. ‘How do we finance it?’ Rita asked. ‘You allow me to sell your townhouses and I will give you the keys to this house. The townhouses will likely sell for a bit more than what this house would sell for. You would be making money on the deal. Talk it over.’ She went to her car as Magda and Rita stared at each other. They slipped their arms around each other and kissed. Then suddenly they knew. As the realtor, Amanda, came back in they both said, ‘Deal.’ Amanda handed them papers to sign then. We can probably rebuild the engine and replace the brakes in that time.”“I guess we should ask my Dad to take us to the dealer where we spotted the van for sale.”“How about we swing by the dealership and check it out before getting your Dad involved? It could be a piece of shit.”“We’re buying a used van. By definition, it is a piece of shit. That’s why we’re talking about rebuilding the engine and replacing the brakes.”“That’s true, but that’s assuming that what’s broke are things that we can.