You arch your back as Chef fondles your butt cheeks. You like that he wants to touch you, so you wiggle your butt for him a little. He holds your butt...still instead, then he pricks you with a large needle. Within a few seconds your mind clears slightly and you feel hot, so very hot. Your cheeks redden in a strong, painful blush. You can feel your ass swelling and your boobs growing. You can feel lots of juicy, bouncy fat building on your behind. You feel embarrassment and the blush becomes more. The only reason for him being here is to exact his revenge and kill a murderer. With the flick of a wrist, a switchblade jumped in a painted hand. With that simple movement of his hand, his life would change and the murderer’s would end. He joined the mosh pit and started thrashing about, careful of the five-inch knife in his right hand. He made his way over to the shooter and looked him in eyes before slamming the switchblade in his stomach. He had stabbed him in the middle of the concert, in. I pulled up to her lowering the window and said for her to get in as I pointed toward the police. Klaudia with an angry look saw the police I was pointing to and accepted my offer. The police tried to stop me as I drove away but I turned quickly down an alley and then onto the next street to help prevent my car plate from being seen.It was a rental and I had used fake ID to pick it up but I did not need the hassle if I could avoid it. Klaudia thanked me with her arms crossed and still appearing. The sensible way to deal with that would have been to have breakfast in shifts. I mean it’s not as if we were planning some huge cooked breakfast like we have on weekends. My family doesn’t do sensible. It’s like we have an allergy to sensibleness or something. Anytime we do anything it always seems to be the least sensible way of doing things. Sometimes I actually suggest a better way of doing something but it’s like I’m invisible or something. They all go ahead and do it their way and ignore.