And the fuckers could have given me a fatal injection. But still.I do, usually, mean to do the right thing. I make promises to myself. But, truth is, ... don’t always mean it. Can an internal misstatement of motive — a lie to myself — be, on some level, aspirational? Understandable?Out there somewhere is someone I would like to be ... intend to be. Yet, I can’t pretend to be outside of my own moral concerns. Can’t ignore the salience of my own behavior. The lawlessness.On the other hand, I can’t. The cab dropped me at the shop and I paced up and down, unable to concentrate on much for thinking about Katrina in her thong, her thick hair falling around her shoulders and back, her big breasts bouncing free as she moved around her room.Eventually the car was ready and I jumped in and headed to Katrina's place. I pulled up outside and knocked on the door. Because she was renting a room from a co-worker and she wasn't sure when they'd be home, she came to the door wearing her thick white robe. It's on the second floor." Good. Anybody there that can help you?" They're all fucking lying there completely ignoring the situation stoned out of their gourd!" I know it's hard, but you have to ... Is there a shower?" Unh-hunh." You need to drag her in there and pour cold water on her." I'm so little." You have to Myra. She told me she did it for a friend who OD'd." I'll try."With a pop, Marisol released his penis from its wet sheath. Gathering her clothes and his, she tossed his onto him and. He pulled it off her arms, leaving her topless. His sweaty paws fell on her tits. Her nipples slid between his fingers. Pam gasped, her cunt contracting. The boy leaned over and started sucking on her nipples and Pam almost came."Oh God! Oh stop!"Pam tried to squirm away, but the boy held her fast, his lips smacking around her tits, his tongue slurping at her nipples.He sucked up mouthfuls of tit-flesh and gnawed on it, growling like a dog.Pam's eyes nearly popped out. She squeezed her legs.