" A magnificent robbery, consul; fifty-five thousand pounds! We don't often have such windfalls. Burglars are getting to be so contemptible nowadays! ... fellow gets hung for a handful of shillings!" Mr. Fix," said the consul, "I like your way of talking, and hope you'll succeed; but I fear you will find it far from easy. Don't you see, the description which you have there has a singular resemblance to an honest man?" Consul," remarked the detective, dogmatically, "great robbers always resemble. Opposite me sat Katherine (‘with a ‘K”, she said when she introduced herself ten minutes ago), drinking a gin and tonic and looking for all the world like she was really enjoying herself. ‘What makes you say that, Chris?’ Her voice was very seductive. Sensual even. ‘I get a phone call from a friend who says a friend of hers needs some help urgently but won’t say what it is, then a girl shows up at my house with a pair of shiny black tights and a story that is straight out of the Twilight Zone. Samantha’s hand was still on Ron’s crotch so she felt something getting bigger and harder under the blanket. “Feels like you do like your mom,” Samantha smiled squeezing Ron’s crotch. “Mom,” Ron couldn’t control his moan. “Come here,” Samantha said pulling Ron closer to her. Samantha pulled out her one boob out of her top. Ron was surprised and amazed to see the perfect tits of his mom. He had dreamed about fucking these boobs so many times. “You want to suck my boobs?” Samantha asked. “Yes,. " you wail. I tell you it looks like a $3000 repair job, and you start to cry. "I'm in school, I can't afford that. How else can I pay you?" I am looking around, trying to figure a way out of this mess. You do it for me. "Hey mister, what's with all of the booze in the trunk?" I look back and realize my cargo is safe with the exception of one bottle of scotch. "Well, it's for a bachelor party I am hosting tomorrow night. Hey, I got it. Do you want to work off your bill tomorrow night? You can.