"If tomorrow is anything like today we're going to need the rest." Oh pooh! What a waste," Anne scoffed. "We can watch holo when we're home and you ca... sleep when you're dead. Let's do something else." Like what?" Jack inquired."Let's go dancing!" Lynn said, clapping her hands. "There's a cute little club just downstairs." Jack dances?" Anne asked Lynn."Yep, made him take lessons for a couple of years," Lynn answered as they both looked over at the man in question. "I made him take them when he. With the drink complete, Barbarossa quickly checked to make sure no one else was looking, before she then picked up a small transparent plastic cup-shaped object and then pulled down her dark grey slacks, revealing her gorgeously round and tanned derriere.She then held the martini to her buttocks, making sure it was placed directly over her bumhole as it pressed up against her dark crack. She looked at Bond, and winked with a sly grin.*PFFTLTLTLTLTFF*She let out a lovely rippling fart right. For most of that Sunday morning I managed to successfully avoid Sara. But after lunch my worst fears started to become a reality when my aunt told me that she, and my uncle, were going out and would not be back until very late. The thought of spending the rest of the day, and the evening, alone with Sara was almost too much to bear. Fortunately, however, the news that Sara and I were to spend the time with my aunt’s neighbour made me feel slightly better. Safety in numbers, I thought. More. But that’s my problem, not yours.”Everything which Dave had told Matt that day was absolutely true, including his response to Matt’s final question. David Wilcox had sold his soul to the Devil many years before. How else could he have become so rich and successful as a freelance computer specialist?There was one falsehood in David’s statements, however. The fact that Dave had sold his soul to the Devil WAS Matt’s problem.It was Matt’s problem because this year was the final renewal for Dave’s.