“Eww no. shut up dude. Aint gonna lick anything on you. Im not fucking gay” “Relax just a joke” “Don't joke with me like that. You gay or so...ething” “Noo pfs. You know I got a girl right” “Ok then. Stop asking me weird stuff like that. By the way, can I have those pantyhose?” “And you say I ask weird things. No you can not have em. Those belong to my girlfriend. Leave them” “Please I will buy them” Oh man it turned me on that he would love to buy my used pantyhose. I had jerked off in those. ..the latest of a series of young girls the two lovers found wandering the streets and decided to take in as their latest project. Trisha was a runaway, who had been on the streets for weeks and was being persued by every pimp in town. She was alone and scared and hungry. It was Janie who spotted her first, and brought her home under the pretense of being her friend. It didn't take much to convince Karen to keep her. After only a day, the two girls drugged her, stripped her, kept her. I took enough time that Jeff decided to give it his spin. ‘I didn’t exactly go over there to talk with them. I was ordered. ‘So I prepared. We had some rough moments, but I think I finally managed to persuade Mr. Fine of the logic of our getting married. ‘Nonetheless, it would be fair to say he didn’t accept the situation with unbridled enthusiasm. He still had some reservations.’ I couldn’t help but laugh. Everyone looked at me. I had to explain and I didn’t want to hide it. ‘Jeff has a career. She was there for nine days of partying. On the tenth day, when she and a few of her girlfriends came down to eat in the hotel restaurant, Sydney was waiting at a table.”“And?” he demanded imperiously from his oldest living Childe. A better explanation than the one provided so far was required.“I have a friend that was in the same hotel that afternoon with a client. He said that Helen dropped her purse in the middle of the floor, white as a ghost. Staring across the room at a tiny girl on the.