"What?" she asked"You suck my cock, and i'll get you back safely!" I replied"Bobby!" she exclaimed "I am not going to suck your cock!" Fine then, good...luck!" I replied turning to leave."No, no, wait!" she then said grabbing my arm "Wait! we can work something out!" Like what?" I asked"Well, how about I give you a passing grade this semester?" she replied"Nope, blowjob or nothing!" I said back.Ms Johnson stood looking at me for a moment and then said "How about a hand job?" If you take your top. It could get into numbers that we can’t handle. We’ll have to play along.”“Whatever you say,” Homer mumbled. “You’re the brains. I’m just a hardware store clerk.”With that he turned and reached into the car and pulled out a Styrofoam cup of coffee that he’d bought to go at the Bluebird. He lifted the lid and steam poured out.“I’d ‘ave brought you one but I didn’t know how you take it.”Homer raised the cup to his lips and took a sip.“What the hell is a ‘call center’, anyway?”“We can ask ‘em. I. Her black fleece pants feel perfect on my knee. Her short black hair is ruffled and her brown eyes look almost sad.As my helper "elf" readies the camera, I ask Cindy what she wants for Christmas. She tells me she doesn't want toys, she just doesn't want to be alone for Christmas. Well this is one wish Santa can grant. I whisper in her ear, Santa will try to help. Look for me on Christmas eve. Her face lit up just in time for the picture. She slid off my lap and went on her merry way. My day. Birds were flitting from bush to bush occasionally bursting into song."This certainly is a lovely setting. If you don't mind my asking, where are we?" Maria asked."Of course I don't mind. Though we've met under less than ideal circumstances I want you to feel like a guest, not a prisoner. We are in Mazatlan." I thought we might still be in Mexico; but considering our method of travel I guess we might have gone most anywhere," she said somewhat shyly.Maria seemed to be enjoying her food; but.