The other girl raised the measuring cup over my mouth and tilted itdownwards. All eight and 3/4 ounces of sperm slid out of the glass anddirectly betw...en my waiting lips, into my open mouth. Linda startedstroking my throat. "C'mon little girl," she exclaimed in an amusedvoice, "swallow the formula all these nice men have given you."I had no choice, as she pulled on my chin, forcing my mouth closed whilestroking my throat at the same time. I swallowed thickly several times,while the other girl. When’s the last time you talked to Holly?”“It’s been a few days,” he referred to their older daughter. “You?”“This morning. She needs to borrow $800.”“Again,” he shook his head.“Yes, Hank. Again.”“What now?” “Apparently she’s got a ghost hunt in Quebec next week. The client signed a contract to reimburse her, but she needs to purchase the ticket now.”Judge Albritton threw up his hands. “Whatever! Send her a grand,” directed. Holly had always been a little woo-woo. Armed with a brilliant quick. Unlike the other boys, he showered in my bathroom with its own hot water, bought nice clothes, mooched about the house instead of earning money outside. The boys hated him, I could see, but dared not lift a finger against my 'favourite'.There was something about him that made you like him less over time. Maybe it was the knowledge his life was all coke-and-tails parties before he'd come here. Or his cocky swagger, the counterswing of his tight arse and his broad shoulders as he sauntered. My wife had just stooped down to pick up a piece of trash next to the wall, under the counter, so her friend never saw her. Nancy, the girl I was talking to, is younger than my wife and I and is quit pretty with a great body. All of a sudden I felt my apron being lifted up. My wife was under the counter now, right in front of me. I leaned back and looked down. She looked up and put her finger across her lips to tell me to be quiet and act natural. I leaned back in, still talking to Nancy..