"Just like that boy up at Wilsford," she said sadly. "I thought those wicked murders would have finished when they hung Ragged Robin."I asked what she...meant, and she explained that there had been a spate of similar murders in the area about eighteen months ago; the last murder was of a beggar boy in Devizes. A local rag picker, Ragged Robin, had been found with a bloodstained knife, and a locket that had belonged to the young boy, given him when his mother had breathed her last in the work. Pansy minced out of the store with amazing speed, as if her sissy asswas on fire. The loud stomps of her Fuck Me Pumps echoed through theshop, the little tinkling of the doorbell heralding her departure.In the distance, you could hear her calling out, "OMG, I NEED TO BEMAKING MEN CUM!"Pansy was out of control. Strutting down the street, limp-wrists aflutter, eyes streaming with tears, her brain wracked itself trying tothink of a place where she could rid herself of the disgusting hair. "Sure. It's parked in the public lot. Do you want to go, Beth?" John asked her."Umm, yeah, I guess so. I've got to finish a paper later..." We won't take too long," Janet assured her. "And you need to see The Machine to believe it."'The Machine' turned out to be a silver sports car. It had real leather seats, and the engine purred to life with an unmistakable feeling of power as John turned the ignition key."It's a Lotus," Janet explained over her shoulder to Beth, who sat in the back seat.. He didn't know she knew about it or at least she had been careful not to tip him off. Pricilla had looked at the magazines once or twice before and had gotten oddly aroused by them. This was her chance to get what she needed. She took out one of the videos, she had never had the courage to watch one of them. Today, was different though, she was horny and no one was there to stop her. She popped the DVD in the player and sat back on the couch to watch. The first scene came into focus and she.