You're my favorite girl. Of any kind. Period." He goes back to sucking on her glorious rod."Honey, you're somethin else." She says with a chuckle. "Ge... up off the floor. It's time to put my New Year's load in your ass so that your dream comes true and you spend all next year gettin your ass plowed."She helps him off the floor and leads him into her bedroom. The TV is on with the sound down low and someone marginally famous is bundled up talking into a microphone on Times Square. The countdown. ' hello Mrs Taylor how are you ? and how is Mr Taylor ?' oh she said funny I have seen you my husband seemed eager to see how you have been, I think he will pop in to say hello later if you are in ? 'yes I should be replied Daisy, are you sure your o.k Mrs Taylor, yes just a little worried about Mr Taylor he hasn't been himself for the last couple of days, not to worry, they said goodbye and Daisy walked on. She must remember that Mr Taylor would visit later, Daisy then blushed and felt a wave. " She said and tightened her hold further while laughing down athim. "Struggle, struggle. fufufufufu~ The more you struggle the longer you will last and thelonger I will play with you. If you give up now, well, you are done for."Heeding her words he struggled as much as he could, but his muscles were growing lax and hismind was swooning from side to side. Drunk on lust and hard as a rock, he could do very little tofight her."I could have played with you more you know. Edged you, teased you,. Two motel managers, one in Twin Rivers and another in the tiny hamlet of Margaret Beach, had seen similarities between one of the sketches and a current guest of their establishment. In each instance, Hugh Fulcher had taken the witnesses, Wallace and Mumford, to the scene and had met the identified man face-to-face. Hugh had brought the two black men to the door of each of the two identified possibles, and had reported a fictitious fender-bender in the motel parking area, asking whether the man.