”“Good answer. I see you’re wearing the loose-fitting skirt. Lift it up.”You did and when it got high enough I saw your shiny, freshly-shave... pussy staring back at me.“Good. I can see you’re not wearing a bra. Excellent. Let’s go.”We climbed into my car and as soon as you sat down you giggled a bit.“Why the giggle?”“I was thinking of the last time I was in your car. Fuck that was hot. Me sucking off a stranger and a cop while you fucked the shit out of me. I still think of that when I’m. I tried to move but the glass digging into my back was preventing me from doing much of anything. So, I reached into my pocket and pulled out my pocketknife. Now I never used it on a person in any manner, I carried it mostly as protection should the need arise, which in all my years never happened until now. I flipped it open and slashed the four-inch blade across this asshole’s calf, drawing blood. He lifted his leg and tossed Claire aside. I scrambled to my feet holding the knife and standing. "Dave, you old bugger! Long-time no see."I looked around and saw Andy Rowe, the bloke who had been my best man."Bloody hell Andy, you're a sight for sore eyes." We shook hands, grinning at each other, mindless of being bumped and barged into as the fans streamed past."I've got a table reserved in the Boleyn Tavern," he said. "It's always best to reserve one on a match day. Let's go have a drink; there's a lot to catch up on."The bouncer on the door of the Boleyn nodded to Andy. "Good afternoon,. The images you see are just that and only the memories of his mind.” "I will do my best Mary," lying down Derrick closed his eyes and was suddenly standing above the abyss that was Kimison's mind. "Alright we are starting down," Mary told him as they started to descend. All around there was nothing but chaos Derrick had a feeling that his mind had been almost as bad, but somehow he'd kept a better handle on it. Mary touched his arm and pointed to a spot where the chaos was nonexistent..