?Help me please.? ?Who is that???I have been assaulted and left in the dumpster.? ?Help me please.?Now there were six young guys and they were sitti...g up on the edge of the dumpster.?What do we got here.????Looks like that School girl that’s missing.? ?Yes that’s me, help me, I need something to drink.?Several cocks appeared and they began to rain down piss on Kelli.?Yea RICH BITCH, here is something to drink. ? ?Ha, drink our piss.?Kelli tried to hide but she became soaked. ?We wouldn’t. After the meal, we clear away the tables and have a dance. With five of us, we don’t pair off except for slow dances. We dance as a group, with many of my employees joining us. An hour before the dance ends, I herd the girls back into the limo, and the girls notice right away that we are headed towards town and not to any of their houses.“Where are we headed,” Moira asks.I don’t want to reveal that yet, so I say, “The final surprise of the evening.”Kim blurts out, “Carol is getting laid. I quickly recognised the item to be a PVCmini skirt! But where had it come from and whose was it? The only logicalexplanation to me was that it had come from my neighbours garden.George was my neighbour. He was, possibly, the perfect neighbour. Georgewas slightly younger than me, aged in his late thirties. He was ofaverage height and slim build. He was quiet, kept himself to himself butwhenever he saw me and I saw him, we always exchanged pleasantries andmade small talk. Though what he was. "Father Stephen was sitting in one of Diana's more comfortable chairs - a chair much favoured by the absent and already deeply missed Fortescue. He was looking at the paper with a magnifying glass. He wondered how this document had come to be reposing in Diana's attic. He tried vainly to recall the names of all the fellow conspirators. Maybe hthe brain might begin to function after another glass of her excellent old Cognac? Diana must be psychic! The glass was refilled without his needing to.