After several long minutes, Karen pulled her mouth away from Sandy's with an audible "smack". Then turning to Neilson, she said, "OK, guy. Go ahead an... fuck her. Don't let me stop you two love birds. You want him to fuck you, don't you Blondy?" Karen cooed in Sandy's left ear. When the young blond didn't respond, Karen said again, "Don't you, Blondy! Go ahead. I give you permission to answer. Tell the man how much you want him to fuck you."Sandy looked from the blur she knew to be Karen to the. "Well you did the right thing!! Don't worry!! We'll take it from here!!" the detective smiled at Mr Grady."Always ready to assist you in any way I can!!!" Mr Grady nodding his head.The detective looked around."Say, the name of this place is The Goblin right??" asked the detective."Well yes it is sir!!!" nodded Mr Grady."How long have you been a landlord here??" asked the detective."Well I actually got this from someone else and he sold it to me, I think about just over fifteen years ago!!!" Mr. Angela accepted then went to her room to change and see who sent the package and what it contained. There was no return address on the package, so she opened it. Inside was a note with a list of instructions that she was to follow to the letter. At exactly 10:00 am Monday morning, she was to be at a certain address. The package also contained a small red box she was to take with her unopened. She was to do what they told her. When she was done there, she was given another address to go to. It. Angrily flicking my short brown hair I called him on it. “Accident my 'A'! You were staring at my T!” “Wh-uh?” He blinked at my wordplay. “My breasts. Quit lookin' at 'em, before you hit another cart.” I snapped. “I wasn't looking at your breasts!” He protested, moving his head around to cast his gaze elsewhere, any where else he could get them. “I was looking at those watermelons.” I folded my arms beneath my watermelo-nish rack and lifted an eyebrow, fighting a smirk. “Unnah, I mean, I was.