, five days a week. I pay $9.50 an hour. A perfect opportunity to put a serious hit on her, I thought, The worst that can happen is shed tell Jake and...hed pay one of these truckers to kill me. Everybody dies sooner or later, here goes… Oh… THAT kind of a job. For a minute there, I thought you offering me a blow job. When she sat up a little straighter, with a funny look on her face, I said, Hell, ID pay YOU $9.50 an hour for that! There were only two more customers in the place and neither of. ."?But then she leaned towards Alf and ran her long purple nails across his bulging, (also purple) cock. "Don't you want to have a spurtee, baby?" Fanchon asked, breathing the words into Alf's ear. "You've been complaining for thirty days about how horny you are...or don't you need to cum now?"?Fanchon stroked and pumped Alf's cock a bit, and Alf bit his lower lip to keep from cumming in her hand. He knew what would happen then...Fanchon had once beaten Alf's balls with a steel claw hammer when. "I think I have a business cardhere somewhere...."Nicole smiled as she pulled her wallet out, extracting a business cardfrom one of the credit card positions. "Here's my card, Kate. Someonesuggested I store a small number of business cards like this," Nicoleshowed her wallet to her companion, "so I'd be able to find onequickly." She didn't mention that it was Tom's mentor when he startedhis career in the 60's.Kate finally unearthed a card from her purse, a bit the worse for wear,and handed it. All they had done was to put Jeff in the rear seat of his own cab and taken the cab someplace else to drop it off. They hadn’t harmed Jeff in anyway. What they had done was after he had tried to take them prisoner on private property. As far as he was concerned they acted with tremendous restraint in self-defense. There was nothing illegal about sending texts from Jeff’s own phone. He also said he might to come back for them to tell their story once the case was solved. Carla said she was.