What's it going to be, Bobby?" He panted and shoved his hips upward,wanting her to manipulate his organ more firmly. He told herwhimperingly, "Yes, ...at. I'm sorry. I don't deserve to have sex withyou. Please, just don't stop... what you're doing." "Of course not,sweet cakes. I want my widdle man and his widdle dicky to be happy."She chuckled softly. He had caved in on her first try. The poor jerkwas never going to feel his undersized prick inside her warm soft pussy.And he would be. "Look you want me to help you and I want payment for my time and effort," I explained. "If you don't want to pay that's fine by me, go asked some other guy for his help. I'm sure there are lots of guys on this Campus who would jump at the chance to help you. Now excuse me I got a class to go to."I had only gone a few steps when she called out."Please wait," she gushed and ran up to my side and stayed in step with me."I've asked all the others geeks, I mean guys doing the same course and they. How about an address? he asked. To give to the cab-driver. He grabbed a paper napkin and a pen. She wrote slowly, carefully, her handwriting still managing to be neater than his illegible scrawl. You dont live far from me, he said, lying smoothly. Just one block south, to be precise. Would you like a lift home? Never get in the car with strangers, she said firmly. A cab driver is also a stranger, he pointed out. Not the same thing. Nope. But on second thought, Im not sure youll find a cab in. Somewhere nearby."Andrea looked around. No one else was close enough to hear. "All of the other neighbors have volunteered to help search, though, Ral. If someone had refused or not been home..." Was there anyone who came to you or the searchers offering to help without knowing what was going on?"She thought about that. "Not that I know of, but someone else might."She turned to the crowd that was standing by. She spoke with a few people quietly and finally came back to me. "Kurt Loftin.