“No,” was all she said.“I’m serious!” he shouted. “Right NOW!” The extra emphasis on ‘now’ was sure to work, he thought. It didn’t...“Time’s wasting, kiddo. Tick tock, tick tock,” Emma said. She pretended to look at a non-existent watch for effect but he couldn’t see it from his angle anyway so the effort was wasted.“Emma,” he said, his tone taking a more reasonable approach. “I just came. I can’t cum again like that. I need time,” he said, pleading.“You have it- twenty minutes now to be exact,”. I climbed the stairs and knocked on her bedroom door. There was always the chance she hadn't drunk her milk and was sitting up in bed wide awake but there was no reply to my knock. I opened the door slowly, still ultra-cautious, terrified she was awake, but I needn't have worried. The old cow must have dropped off reading a book because the paperback was on the floor where she had dropped it and she was on her side with her right arm dangling off the bed.Still cautious, I shook her shoulder -. But maybe, just maybe, I could in a sense…raise the dead. ** I knew of course going in, this crowd was going to be a hard sale. Especially John and Mavis. And I also knew that once I began throwing some facts and figures, most…if not all would be highly suspicious and dubious of that. Especially John and Mavis. But it was a necessary evil in doing so, I had to get them to salivate a little, even if they soon after found my proposal almost preposterous. I had to at least get them thinking, which. Happy! If you're going to throw stones, throw the right ones. I'm an adulteress, not a rug-munching lezzie!" Monica confessed to everyone's astonishment ... I had just set the trap, not thinking that she would actually fall into it."That's an ... interesting declaration from the Secretary-Treasurer to the Executive Board of the General Baptist Fellowship, ma'am. In full view of the patrons and staff, no less. I don't think that your secret will stay one for very long. Talk about not throwing.