“You must have handled every one of us in just about every way possible this side of, The Kama Sutra." "Whoa, bro," said Jessie. The lean, hard-b...died black vet gave them his patented, bullshit grin. "As you dudes may have noticed, I really dig Cindy and her out-of-sight ass. Why she married a worthless redneck like Ray here is beyond me.” Ray flipped him the bird. “Good taste.” Jessie ignored the interruption. “I tell you, while she’s all prime perfection, her righteous young ass,. Don’t need it anymore, I think.’ As he was saying this, he took a newspaper-wrapped parcel out of his jacket pocket. It made a clunking noise as he put it down on the table. ‘And . . . and thanks for the coin. Do you want me to let you know where it came from when I’ve figured it out?’ ‘No. No, thanks,’ Clara answered. ‘I do believe I’d like to keep it in the seeking mode.’ Clara and Elizabeth were slipping through the narthex of the church after leaving the young man’s parcel in the pastor’s. “Mebbe ye ‘av’ somebody teh get tiddly for, though, eh?” He licked his lips, waiting for the knockback.“Maggiiiiiiie!” Mad Gerald yelled across the room. He was a Taker. He liked white stilettos crushing his balls. Maggie twisted her mouth in a grimace as she looked at the bartender, and then winked at him. Mad Gerald came bounding up.“Are ye free tonight, Maggie love? Ah’ve got a new ball gag and ah’m dying to try it out!”“Sorry, Gerald, I’m on a promise.”“Oh". His shoulders slumped. He looked. I will be there in a few minutes." Zak, as you know, the paper is expanding into a new market to focus more on the younger readers. We have decided to hire an intern. I decided you could be a mentor to teach the person." I don't know, boss, if I am the right one." You are the best we have. We have a young guy right out of college named Lanny. He comes from a family of six, and they have a farm in the Midwest. I am sure the city will be a change. Lanny will be coming in later this morning." I.