" Are you American?" he asked."How did you know?" the girls said. "Lucky guess," said the taxi driver. "How are you girls going to pay? I don't see an... money under those towels or even a credit card." Money," said Sindy. "I knew we forgot something!"Cindy thought and thought. "Maybe we could provide another service," said Cindy. "You mean like a favour?" asked the man. "No, like we could give you something instead of money." Like a drink of milk!" said Sindy. "It is ever so hot. You must be. It is amazing, I am tight like a piano wire with lust and desire and she is just getting started. I lick my finger and run it around her labia, her opening, round her clit. I love it so much. She likes how I look at her. She is finally starting to notice how much I adore her. She sees the bulge in my pants and realizes she is rocking my world. That gets her started. That and the fingers gently playing in her crotch. I tell her to pull her pants down, she looks around and sees the cars and say,. Their faces were dirtied with the dust that flew up from the ground with the strong winds and their clothes were ragged and barely covering their slim bodies. It had been months since they had had something decent enough to fill their stomachs. They had rationed themselves to old bags of spoilt jelly beans just to fight off starvation, but now they were in dire need of an actual meal. Roped cages of mutilated human bodies decorated the outside of the store's ruins and dried rivers of blood. She returned with two glasses, and they toasted to education, then to writing, then to creative energy. Chris sat next to him on the couch, her leg pressed against his, and helped him wade through the legalese in the first stack of papers. Another round of drinks, and this time when she sat down her skirt rode up to show a tantalizing glimpse of thighs and shadows. Another round of papers, an another round of drinks later, Jack was congratulating himself on determining that his tutor wasn’t.