He could get on a cruise ship as a porter and go on down to Rio in South America. All he had to do was listen to Granny Sal.“I have something for yo..., G2,” she said. “Been saving it because I knew you’d come back.” She searched pockets that seemed to be hidden all over her clothes. G2 reckoned that if you emptied out all her pockets, she’d be skinnier than his arm. Finally she pulled out a tiny pad of paper and a pencil that was three inches long. It didn’t have an eraser. “Here we are,” she. We got in her van, closed the door, and she got on the backseat on her knees. She pulled her panties down and let me enter her from behind. It was great sex, it was hard, it was fast, and it was still great.She shoved two Kleenex in her pussy to absorb some of the moisture, pulled her panties up into place, and then got out of the van. We walked over to the woman at the sandbox.Then she said, “Hello my name is Jill, this is my sister Kate, and these are her two children. She has had her eye on. One man held the girl, shaking his hand as though he’d been bitten. Another rifled through the prone figure’s pockets, while the third-a woman-dug through a reed basket. They heard me coming, but it was too late. The looks they gave me were priceless: fear, shock. Anger. Hilarious. Hey. I kill people for a living. I rode the first man down before he had time to recover from his shock, opening the front of his chest in a fine red ribbon and knocking him to the ground. The woman moved fast,. “Well Daddy … I got a job as an Artists Muse”“A muse???” her father said as his false moustache fell into his tea.“Yes with Julian Beige the bete noir of the art scene” she said indignantly.“Funny I thought he was a screaming Queen either that or what was that expression that Melvin Bragg used about him on the South Bank show last month Mother??”“A low life sexual deviant with about as much right to live as a rabid cockroach with itchy ball syndrome, was the gist of what he said as I think”“.