" We're taking a car service back," Charles retorted.Soon thereafter, the cabbie double parked before the restaurant. Charlesfumbled with his purse b...fore he took out his money and paid the cabbiehis fare with the tip Jane recommended."Did you get his license number?" Charles asked as he walked towards therestaurant's doors beside Jane."It doesn't matter. The regulatory commission's not that proactive.They're influenced by people with influence, you know." Like who?" Charles asked."Like. Then--it crashed. It wasn't far, maybe a half mile. He could make it and back. Maybe someone was alive. They came in pretty slow.He quickly found a couple of snow suits, candy bars, several tear-open warmers and the heavy plastic deer toboggan he'd bought to harvest his fall kills, along with its rope, and a four foot stick to hold it off his heels. Bundling the clothes and a tarp in the toboggan he took off for the crash site, the snow squeaking madly beneath his boots. He had to pause. I really don't know what I was thinking when I reached up and grabbed him and tugged on what had to be the biggest dick I'd ever seen. But I did and said what the hell are you doing? Waiving this in my face??? He pulled his hips back and said nothin s*s. Why? Oh shit! I didn't even realize you were home.. That was when I realized I hadn't let go of him and he was getting even harder in my hand. That bratty son of a bitch didn't miss a beat when he put his hands behind his head and shoved. There were loads to be found online. e****t agencies that catered for all needs, massage parlours, call girls. They all seemed a little too professional. Not to mention expensive. A lot of what he was paying for was going to administration, secretaries, security, even pimps and then, you never found out what you got for your money until it was too late. So he decided the try out Boris Avenue. Boris Avenue was by day a busy street full of offices, exclusive restaurants and shops. By night,.