I could just make out two semi trailers that had apparently been backed in through the doors on the end of the building. I didn’t think they were in...there for repair. Juanita was right. Someone was transporting people in those trucks and unloading them in the unused portion of this building.Tonight one end of that unused portion was being used for Wyatt’s Friday night show. A couple of spotlights had been bolted to the rafters and adjusted to shine down against the back wall of the building,. Please, don't take me away." Shelooked at Karen, younger than her own mother, only about 30. Her hair was blondeand cut short. Missy couldn't help but notice Karen's figure, neatly packedinto a beautiful suit, a white button-down blouse underneath the jacket, apair of high heels, sleek long legs. I hope I look like her whenI get older. Karen placed her hand on Missy's hair, stroking it as she lookedinto her eyes. "That's a good girl. Just obey and I'll helpyou," her hand continuing to. . had stripped a big bunch of older notices so she could post her note. The UHaul note was several layers down and Alice saw it flutter by.Snatched out of mid fall, she called.“Still have the trailer?”“Yes,” said the voice on the phone.“May we come look?”“Only if you get it out on my yard.”“What?”“It’s in the way ... bring something to haul it with. 2” hitch. Bring an airbottle or a compressor.”“Flat tires?”“Maybe ... I haven’t looked at the damn thing since the no good ass bought it.” She gave. Within seconds she was soaked and thought she might need to jump in the dryer with her clothes.She did not have the orgasm she wanted because of her uneasiness masturbating in the laundromat. The thought of being watched did excite her somewhat.She looked down at the number posted on the washing machine.Ashley saw the number eighteen and thought that would be easy. That was Peyton Manning's number. Her favorite football player. She was glad it was not number twelve, as did not like the player.