.”“Mm hmm...” Demie extended her tongue ... and kept extending it. When it reached seven inches and the end opened up like a tube, Shepherd scra...bled backwards.“Wha--what the fuck are you?!”In Arnold Schwartzenegger’s voice, Demie responded, “Da Sperminator.”Other Tom laughed. I didn’t.Shepherd saw her pistol, still on the kitchen table, and rushed for it. Nobody tried to stop her, since it was empty. Nevertheless, she held it out toward Demie as if it would offer her some kind of protection.. .. and have the video to prove it.He takes each bag from the trolly, and in a perverse way ... turns it upside down and gives it a little shake ... and chuckles ... Thirty four years ... yes ... he is just a little mad. Thirty four years.He takes each bag and hangs it on the hook with the correct number, tidies up, turns and locks the door and makes his way out of the basement. Thirty four years.He has always been the last to ride the elevator to the lobby, he steps across the blue circle with. " I could bring home some papers and pretend I have to work on my computer for an hour or so every day. I'm sure Mary would not disturb me, and I'd have the peace of my home 'office'." OK. I'll be with you around five. In the meantime you could sow an image or two into that secretary of yours. I've followed her around, and even if she is not your typical knockout, I can assure you that she is one hot little lady. I watched her only 15 minutes ago. She has put on a new colour of nail varnish. "Come on baby brother, watcha doing up there; having a wank?" she yelled.I blushed as I opened the bathroom door but I was also smiling. If my sister only knew how close to the truth she was!"Having a piss before we hit the road. It's three bloody hours to Aunt Megan's place!" I replied as I rushed down the stairs.My mother and sister were outside waiting impatiently so I slammed the door to mom's house behind me, skittered down the porch steps and sauntered over to where my sister's compact.