Turning, she saw an elderly white-haired negro looking at her quizzically. He seemed harmless and, indeed, avuncular."Do you know anything about cars?... she asked, "Mine has stopped. It was... I don't know... sort of burping as I came along." Sounds like fuel trouble to me," said the old man, "Me and my sons run a garage about half a mile away. If you like we can tow you down there and fix it for you." Would you?" she asked, instinctively know that this old man could be trusted, and at the same. You are Lisa Merchant. A client has been referred to me. You are 39 years old, look much younger, divorced twice, currently unmarried, no c***dren, and a resident of…well many places.” I said, “Don’t worry about that. What do I look like?” “You are beautiful. You are just over five and-a-half feet and weigh about a hundred and thirty-five pounds. You have auburn, no red, yes, a deep red-orange hair that passes your shoulders, but is up right now.” “Good, remarkably good. Five foot six and. This time lifting her head so as to see her eye's tearing up,fluids being coughed up & falling from her nose."You don't look quite as beautiful like that babe's" I tormentI love her slutty side, how someone so beautiful becomes so slutty is a massive turn on. I have watched as we walked round, all the guy's staring at her, thinking in there mind's what they want to do with her. The girl's giving her dirty looks, only because their guy's are looking too. Must say though quite a few girl's smiled. Then "— Something almost supernatural." You mean like, psychic?" She wasn't into all that shit. It was such a strange thing for her to say."Something superordinary then." Do you want to sleep with him?" I asked, already knowing she did."Is that a bad thing?" "He's not what I had in mind when I said I'd like to watch." "Shame," she said, turning away to flick off the bedside light. "He's exactly what I had in mind." ************Six months later, I ran into.