I'm stuck with an old hag's dried up one. And, man, her ass was even tighter."They continued laughing, jibing each other with merriment. And then they...stopped laughing when they heard a loud crash. Running to the parlor, they found pieces of a shattered vase on the floor. Looking at each other in confusion, Mrs. Smither shrugged and was about to get a broom and dustpan when they heard a door slam on the second floor. Mr. Smither retrieved his shotgun, cracked it open and inserted two new. A stage hand hustles across to release me, and I tremble, wondering what just happened between us.~~~~~We are standing backstage in the wings. I’m naked and shivering and eager to get started.She’s in Her costume, which is half fur and half make-up – and looks feral without even trying. Nervous energy is causing Her to pace back and forth. The jaguar head is fixed on top of Her own, Her claws are in place, hands covered by fabric, and Her feeldoe is hidden, ready to be exposed and used.She. She was so late in fact, that she had no time to shower or change out of her cheerleading outfit. Shaun, one of her friends on the squad would be late too, but she took little consolation in that. Opening the door to her car, she sat down, and looked at herself in the rearview mirror. Her shoulder length chestnut brown hair was easily straightened when she ran her fingers quickly through it, her make up still looked fine, accentuating her full lips, high cheekbones and bright green eyes.. They also recovered Oscar’s body, he had been shot four times.”“He had been shot at least once when we found him,” Scott mentioned.“They found the body of Officer Iabie had remained unidentified in the Monrovia morgue. He had died from the injuries he sustained in the car, truck collision you spoke of. And of special interest to you, he was never shot as reported by the National Police. They were able to track down those who were perusing Oscar, you and Jennifer, and arrested them. At Chief.