Tuck looked out the window and let out a low groan when he saw the jet engine just outside the window. Then he grumbled, “Fuck! A DC-9 and we’re s...tting right by the engine.”Tuck realized that he was sitting in the back of this noisy DC-9 with the nephew of Uncle Gino, who ran a security and private investigation service known to do much work for organized crime and with Reggie Tharpe, the investigator for Miami’s best mob attorney. It was going to be a long, uneasy, and very loud flight to New. " And WHACK I let the bamboo cane slap right across his cock,just where I'd been rubbin so gentle. ?Did Colin scream.WHACK WHACK WHACK. Down and again the cane hitColin's dickie-bird, and he was tryin' to pull his wrists out of my hand,but Iwouldn't let him "WHEN DADDY TELLS YOU NOTTO SMOKE, HONEY HE MEANS IT!" I screamedand I hit Colin's dick about ten more times. ?Then Colin hit the floor, hiding his dick frommy cane, and so I slammed the cane down over and over again on his butt and. A chill swept around my bare legs beneath the skirt I was wearing. I looked further down and realized my feet were painfully strapped into a pair of red high heels. Overwhelmed I finally noticed the crimped blonde hair skimming over my cheeks and nose. "What?" I awkwardly said in mispronounced syllables. I could see and hear better than before. "I-" I began with an unmistakably different voice. "Well ain't this some shit?" I spoke aloud. "Do you know that guy?" There was a transit cop standing. Bentley buggering a delivery-boy and promptly informed Mr. Fogg; who in turn gave him notice.Phileas Fogg was seated squarely in his armchair, his feet close together like those of a grenadier on parade, his hands resting on his knees, his body straight, his head erect; he was steadily watching a complicated clock which indicated the hours, the minutes, the seconds, the days, the months, and the years. At exactly half-past eleven Mr. Fogg would, according to his daily habit, quit Saville Row,.