Just like her, the skinny gay guy dies choked out while his lover sodomizes him on the casino floor.The cops drive in, lights screaming onto the strip... Night clubs out, hurling themselves into the writhing, fucking, sucking, cumming, pissing crowd. They go down naked, howling in pleasure, their billy clubs become Johhny and Jane clubs.A telepath named Chris, a pederastic fuck from down in the vault at the Landmark works his way out and climbs up on the side of the external elevator. As it. ‘Wonder what the fuck is going on?’ he questioned as he turned the motor off. Just as he locked up a woman pushing a very heavy laden trolley rolled up to the vehicle next to him.One could say women were his hobby and he always took notice of them, some immediately dismissed, other demanded a bit closer examination and other, true very rarely, became an enjoyable sexual companion. This woman he recognized for he had observed her on a number of occasions; she was always alone and her expression. “I’m sorry Bjorn” she said softly. “This is actually more your baby than it is mine and it’s you that should be coming up with a name and not me. You just keep suggesting whatever names you like and I am sure something will come up that seems to stick and I know it will be a lovely name and just perfect for your baby.”Bjorn recoiled immediately at the term ‘your baby’ and said so at once.“Don’t say that. Don’t you ever say that again. The baby is OUR baby. Carrie has given it to us as her last. “if you want your breasts to grow, then every day take a piece of toilet paper, and rub it between your breasts for a few seconds.” Willing to try anything, the wife fetches a piece of toilet paper, and stands in front of the mirror, rubbing it between her breasts. “how long will this take?” She asks. “they’ll grow larger over a period of years,” he replies. The wife stops. “why do you think rubbing a piece of toilet paper between my breasts every day will make my breasts grow over the years?”.