....Tasha the stuck up designer bitch walks round as though she has a dildo up her. This one day she came to pick up her son from our house --i almost...said sorry but Charlie's not at home -- but unusually for me i bit my tongue ..... there where other plans afoot !!! I had been speaking with a friend of mine on the internet who was helping me get through this bad time -- we shared fantasies and got on very well ( cyber lovers )--- He can normally put a scenario or story together very quickly. I accepted and we went our separate ways. Later that evening as I was leaving my apartment, I noticed a young (early 20’s) black man knocking on Gracie’s door. He was tall and slender and he had a large envelope in his hand. I went on my way, not really giving it another thought.I got back home about midnight, and as I came into the building, that same young black man was exiting. I smiled to myself as I realized that he had been at Gracie’s apartment for about four hours.The. We were alone in my cell. All was quiet and still. I could hear my heart pound. “You watched me last night. Did you like what you saw?” Mary’s voice had changed; it came from the back of her throat and caught in it, the word “saw” miscarrying as it reached her lips. Her hand grasped mine convulsively. It was eager, her hand, it twined itself into mine with a desperate movement, coating itself in oil. I let it happen. I looked at her. There could be no doubt what plea radiated from those small. " It's not nice to say 'sucks'," her mother Velma said."I'm tired of driving, princess," said Cliff. "I need to stop. I need to get forty winks, or I'll get us into an accident."Inside, they met a dimpled hotel clerk with a bouffant hairdo, named Miranda."On vacation?" she said. "You have that look. I think it's nice when families travel on vacation together." No it's not," Emily said. "It's crap, traveling with your family." Oh dear, somebody needs a good night's sleep," Miranda said,.