Well at least they are chocolate. Still, they taste weird, maybe stale?I shake a few out for Molly, “Want any, I think they’re stale.”She was ab...ut to take some then says no thanks. Guess, I shouldn’t be a salesgirl right now, huh?Bored outta my gourd, I start reading the package. Neat, they have a money back return policy. “If you’re not 100% satisfied, take the unused portion and call 1-888...” I should call that number. Right after class, I should call it.Mulling that plan over I eat one. What with people sharing newspapers like they did so often (to her disgruntlement), it was quite possible that as many as twenty-five hundred people in the county had read the story. And if THEY talked about it to their friends, maybe the other thirty thousand residents of the county would be spurred to buy a damned paper themselves!Ramona was glad to leave work that night. She needed to soak in a nice hot bath and relax. Her world had been turned upside down and, though it was beginning to. Occasionally she would slip a finger or two into herself and let out a sharp gasp of delight. I watched as she moved her other hand under herself and began to play with her asshole, just rubbing it and pushing in a little bit at a time. By now her breath had quickened into rapid, very audible moans. Her hand began to work frantically on her red, dripping pussy, every time she brushed her clit she would cry out with a “Oh, fuck.” Or a “Oh god, yes.” At this point I had been stroking myself for. Looks vaguely familiar. I am sure I have seen one like it somewhere.”He went back to his notebook computer, and Frances opened the next package. She uttered a sigh.“Dammit. Another one much the same. I hope there are no more.”Charles asked, “Can I have a look?” As he examined the artwork, and the style of drawing, the penny dropped into his memory bank. There was the beginnings of a look of incredulity on his face. He stared longer at the picture, switched to the other one, then muttered, “It.