Lang reached out, plucked the bottle from Simon Green’s hand, filled his mouth with the bourbon. He moved to the edge of the campfire, spitting booz... into the fire.A plume of flame rolled upward. The Sheriff repeated the process. Turning, he took the few steps back to Simon, his eyes glowing green in a flash they were a glowing light brown. His body shrunk, clothing changed, and there stood Simon Green looking down at Simon Green.“Yeah, I can fuck the whore for you. She’s ripe tonight, you’re. When we finished our drinks we said our goodbyes, and I noticed that as my wife slid off the bar stool, she made sure her legs opened quite wide, giving the goggle-eyed locals a view and a thrill I’m sure they’d never forget. We walked around the village until we came to the shop/post office, which we looked around, and found that they sold “top shelf” magazines which I’ve always enjoyed for titillation purposes. My wife and I purchased two magazines and left the shop to return to the flat to. She stares into my eyes questions forming, how can those hands, the ones that just exacted such force on my friend, now be so gentle and warm. With care I place her hands palms up and begin to generously apply lotion. Confused with her part I have to manually move her hands closer to your hind parts. Slowly we inch in, her eyes have now left mine, clearly locked on the red marks and welts beginning to show. As she makes contact, her mode shifts. Her love and caring for you shows and a natural. My initial hatred for him faded the moment his foot hit the accelerator pedal and the old police cruiser laid two thick black strips of rubber down. Here was a man that drove with purpose. Stop signs meant very little to him and stop lights even less. Honking car horns serenaded us with vigor as we careened through town. When we got to Lisa’s house earlier than expected, I tipped him accordingly, I also got his direct line for future getaways and rally races. I had never actually met Lisa so.