Desert Eagle a gun like that could leave a hole in somebody! Then She asked me "who the fuck are you?" and my response was "I should be asking you the...same question bitch! what the fuck you doin in my apartment?" and then she said back to me "fuck you, now get your ass back against the wall." and so I got up against the wall and then she went in my bedroom and so I slowly peaked around the corner this bitch was about to take my rent money and said to myself "fuck this, I ain't fixing to get put. In LA?? Yeah right!When he finally arrived at Judy's, he was pleasantly surprised to find the driveway was clear. He made his wide turn in front of the house and backed the trailer in, making sure that he was as close to the door as he could get without knocking it down or putting a trailer sized hole in it.Michelle burst out of the front door on a dead run, squealing again like only a teenage girl can do. She met him as soon as he'd managed to get the door to the truck open and a foot put down. He was good, and seemed to want to get better. From what he had told her about his evening with Jenny and Carol, he had discarded his prim and proper image and was now totally committed to debauchery. It pleased Josie. The more deviant he became, the better she liked it.Josie was mildly surprised to answer the door and find Jenny and Carol standing on the porch. When they mentioned Brad's invitation, it crossed her mind that he must have a plan. She called down to Brad, he told her to fix. Oh, hi, I’m Cindee, you must be Mark and apparently you’re a fat, barely literate, sixty-seven year old migrant worker with a wife, six kids and a wart on your butt the size of Texas. On top of that, you’re impotent. No, bad idea, Cindee. Play it safe. Just close your eyes and imagine him as the Bad Day Fairy, a few years younger than you, just a few years, not much, tall, handsome, athletic, built like a racehorse and incredibly sensual. With a tongue that could tie knots in a chain link.