"The time to worry is after the race, buddy boy, when they both want to hug and kiss you at the same time." You enjoy seeing me in pain, don't you? Yo...'re a durned sadist, that's what you are." Forget them. They'll either forgive you or slap you silly, but not before the race. Are you warmed up?" Enough." Run your race, Paul. Don't let anyone push you beyond the pace you want to run. If you run a 33 minute 10K, you could win this race." You're kidding." Nope. The winning time last year was 35. "Is she that dumb?" Corey asked."I think she might just be that dumb," Kris said. "Liz just left it atthat but we've got a plan... wanna hear it?" Nah, you just do it," I replied."Well I'm telling your smart ass anyway," Kris said, shaking hishead. "Tomorrow, Liz is really going to set the bait and see if Monicaresponds." How so?" Corey asked."If she's dumb enough to text about her plan, then she might answer Liz'squestion..." Kris said."What fucking question?" I asked with great. In fact, her breasts were quite large, an "E" cup, so large she often had to get her bras and shirts custom made. She had curves in all the right places, and a large, curved ass. She was a living example of perfection, and Roman couldn't believe he had wed her. She was a surprisingly loyal housewife who quit her job at the local hospital to support their kids at home and maintain the large, three story house. Bailey's vagina was quit tight, her ass even tighter, even after all her and Roman's. "From your sale catalogue you know she was trained by none other thanBeatrice Bracewell and has completed halfway training in a boutiqueknown to all of us. Fifi is a lady's maid and requires moderatediscipline. Of course, coming from Beatrice's academy you know she has acriminal record and has been altered."Proceeds from the sale go the Miss Bracewell's Academy StudentScholarship Fund."May we start the bidding at one hundred thousand? All bids tonight willbe in U.S. dollars. Do I hear one.