.. or an aversion to stalkers." You're just jealous Daniel Craig's not here," he rounded on her, smiling though to show he was being flippant. "No, sh...'s Australian," he turned back to Kevin. "She just does the American accent for TV and movies." Are you sure?" Kevin asked, looking over at the woman in the silver dress again while I testily asked myself how such close inspection helped decide an argument about her accent."Dead sure," he said seriously. "That's what makes her the perfect. ”The “herald” looked like a rotting zombie, his skin a sickly green, his hair slicked back against his skull. What made this getup even more ridiculous than his exaggerated shuffling movements was the soil-encrusted livery he wore. When he was nearly in arm’s reach, the stench caught up with us and I had to fight not to retch. The graveyard stench was shocking, and most of all, authentic. Either he had his costume soaked with alchemicals, or he had asked a mage to disguise him like this. Both. "OK!"What came next shocked me to the core. In a flash, Jill's delicate hands shot out and reached directly between our legs, cupping both sets of balls. The movement was so sudden that we both flinched and instinctively tried to pull away, but having gripped them with such a strong grasp neither of us were able to do so, and got a greater shock by trying! "Uh-uh," Jill mocked, "There is no escaping", she teased as she held even tighter on our testicles. Although Jill wasn't really holding us. "I saw you sitting alone all night. Didn't look like you wanted a man." Oh, I wanted company, just not them." What kind of company were you looking for?" Someone different. Come on up and take a load off. You look like you could use a break. I have a couple of beers and some Hank Williams eight-tracks."Sally thought for a moment. She could go home to her cat and watch the late, late movie on Channel 43. She decided she'd seen enough commercials for the Chrysler Cordoba. "Maybe I will. Got any.