Within a minute or two she was rubbing between her legs without even thinking about it.Without warning Carol felt something warm against her arm. She ...urned and looked, startled to find that a hard penis had been pushed through a hole in the wall and was resting against her. She jumped back and gasped."It's called a gloryhole," said Chad. "He wants you to touch him or suck him off." I can't do that!" said Carol. "He could be anybody." It's totally up to you," said Chad. "But you might try it.". The first girl I had ever made love to had unshaven armpits, and since then I had been an unabashed admirer of the look, despite the fact that it had become more and more rare since the 60’s and 70’s. The work day flew by as my mind was definitely elsewhere, and after the usual grueling bus ride home to my apartment I settled in for another night of television and vodka, and I was semi-dozing in front of another New York Rangers defeat when the phone rang. This was an event in itself as it. A mothers intuition and all that jazz. As lunch time approached she climbed the 3 flights of stairs to the top floor history room. After wracking her brains all morning of who he was she couldnt help but hope he could answer her question. The corridors were eerily quiet, the mad chatter of class changes nor the somehow friendly silence when classes were taking place were there, both replaced instead with a gloomy atmosphere. The dingy light now seemed to desperately seek admittance though the. "Jake's mind was still processing 'Béla is Bee-Bee, i.e. 'B.B.' and she has a gun shop', when he noticed they were both waiting for him."Sorry, I missed my queue," he said, looking confused. "Is this your shop?" He indicated the surrounding area.The walls were lined with an assortment of odd-looking guns, knives and a few swords. Many of them seemed to be hand-made, one-of-a-kind originals. Some of them were very old; perhaps centuries old. This was not a typical gun store."Well, I used to own.