I am sure I will like him." Erin felt a little more comfortable now. If the father was like the son, she would be in the presence of someone special -...the creator of the man she adores. As the car sped along the highway, Erin watched the scenery pass them by and allowed her mind to wander, imagining the evening ahead. She had always been a confident woman, not afraid to speak her mind in groups in which she is comfortable. Meeting new people, however, has always been an area of hesitancy, for. I asked him what it is and he never says. All he ever does is take this metal rod out everyday and inserts up my ass. This makes my whole body shake like electricity is being put inside me. after awhile I feel my penis grow and he waits with a small flat glass but nothing ever comes out. About then the man appears and has some celery with him and a few carrots. he feeds us some piece piece. He said he has been listening to us talk and wants to finish up Billy's story. He said Billy is right. It somehow seemed more sensual and loving that way, not just the acting of smoking pot."Damn, that's real weed, there, baby!" Hector coughed, though he had to admit that he enjoyed the experience.It was his first time, of course, but still he expected to use more of that quarter bag in the future, and other ones if he could find them. Cassie coughed as well, as they continued taking turns with the joint. They also noticed that both of them were hungry again. It wasn't surprising, really. In. All-in-all I couldn't have planned things better if I'd tried.So that's it really. The end of my story about how I committed the perfect crime and got away with it. Did I have any guilty feelings? Not really. Well not at first anyway. I had served twenty years for a murder I didn't commit and this just evened the score in my eyes. Now, almost fifteen years later, I do feel a little remorse sometimes when I look back on that dark day in my life. When I consider things rationally, I tend to think.