“OK, can you give Jim a call, tell him I’m sorry but we’d like his help. We can collect him from the station if he wants!”“What if he won’... help?”“Please, you’ll have to convince him. Tell him what we know. Tell him that Lori is in danger and that we’re going to go and look for her!”Mike made the call and talked quietly to Jim. He told him most of the things that they had learned that evening, with the exception of some of the hearsay that had been gathered from Marlene. He put the phone down. " Ronni? You think I'll try and get it fixed so I can pursue a career as a male model?"Ronni giggled. "That's up to you, babe," she said. "We can talk about that later, but I don't think it's a problem."I looked at the doctor. "She gets to say," I said. "She's the future Mrs. Johnson," I told him. "Our wedding day is set for the day after I get my cast off, so that's why I'm asking."He looked at the two of us and said, "You don't have to wait till the stupid cast comes off. I know I wouldn't.". I bit my lips as they caught between my teeth. Even as I was getting out of it, she continued to thrust her vagina onto my pecker constantly. It never went limp and she seemed to just want more. "Thank you so much for letting me have sex with you, sir. You are certainly a well-to-do business man that deserves a good woman," she moaned, as she kept moving. "And that's you?" "Maybe, will you let your sperm come up into me?" I just grinned and leaned my head back. Then she stopped and drifted back. . at least, I'm pretty sure he had been. I had a headache that was roughly the size of Montana, and it was a good thing that the shades were drawn because it made the room I was sleeping in fairly dark.I took a moment for a brief mental inventory. I was still in Jim's house, in one of his spare bedrooms. Barb and I had drank *way* too much last night after we had our little talk... which I would definitely need to tell George about today. I remembered being half carried, half dragged to bed.