Her thick pubic hairs were tickling his cheeks and chin. Her pussy was wet and dripping down the insides of his cheeks. She squeezed his nose a few ti...es with her anal sphincter and he vaguely smelled the odor of her shit.Then, as the before, he felt that stream of hot salty liquid splash against his tongue and pool at the back of his throat.Knowing he had no second chance, and that spitting it out meant death, he forced himself to swallow it after she finished relieving herself. He had to. ‘Forget it, Gunnar. She’ll need a buddy to drive her back to Detroit and spread the word.’ ‘What about the Camaro?’ Patrick asked. ‘It’s probably in Indiana by now, outrunning Cal. If not, who knows?’ I left it unsaid that Cal would kill him for running. Luckily Carlos came up then, dropped off by an unseen driver. He took one look at me and my gun on Maria and picked her up. ‘Which one?’ he asked. ‘The Viper.’ I found the trunk release and he dumped her in. ‘Get rid of this.’ I handed him the. I was buzzing, happy and feeling on a high, daydreaming.I kept smiling at work and my colleagues were curious to know what had happened to me. I came back and I called Shaila to just continue from that night. I felt her response was very slow. As if nothing had happened between us. I tried to push her but she was talking with some restraint. All my happiness just vanished. I stopped texting her from seeing her response. Almost a month had gone by and I had absolutely lost hope of feeling Shaila. “I need to see you,” she said, when he came on the phone.“When?” he asked.“Right now,” she said, her voice tight with frustration.“Be right there,” he said.Will was at Christy’s. Erica was elated for her brother, in that sense. That he was learning a trade and would have something to fill his days made her almost weep with happiness. He had even been talking about having her take him to the VA in Wichita to look into prosthetics. She got the phone book and found the number. When Christy.