It handled beautifully, was quick, responsive, smooth, and the stereo. She had turned it up loud for "Every Day Is A Winding Road" by Sheryl Crow on t...e radio on the way home yesterday, and it was wonderful. No distortion was evident although her windows had to be rattling from the volume. She paused and marveled at it, she hesitated, thinking again about the mystery man she knew nothing about, had appeared, saved her ass, and then disappeared.She had heard nothing from the cops, no follow up,. She turned on her side and fell towards Ray; placing her head on his shoulder, resting herself against him. They lay there silently, Ray holding her tight until her breathing fell into a rhythm and she was lost in sleep.They held hands for a minute or two. They even continued to hold hands as Mike entered the office. He looked at them and beamed a great big smile."So how is my favourite couple doing?" he asked."Great," Dana said first."Real good," Ray answered back."Excellent. So let's see. I. . rub them." I groaned, taking her hands and bringing them to my engorged, creature-filled tits. It felt amazing when she started to squeeze them."Wow, I can feel the little things in there. They're getting bigger!" she exclaimed. And she was right. The continued inflation of my breasts was only partly from Hannah's milk filling them up. The little creatures also seemed to be drinking it up, and growing at a considerable rate. They were maybe the size of tic-tacs at first, but by this point. Jarrett: It is.The script went on from there and ran for several hundred words. There were an equal number of, or more, words dedicated to movements and setting. Those I took from the scrip where possible. I only got about a quarter of the way through episode two when I was whipped. I was also sick of the two dimensional characters the screenwriters wrote.‘Find out from the producer what they want her off duty life to be like’. I demanded in an email. I decided that by the second episode we.