Thank you. He went to leave, I could tell with some disappointment, but I stopped him. Wait. I should give you something. I reached in my purse and to...k out a five dollar bill and handed it to him. He looked at it and then me, smiled, took a pen out of his pocket and wrote something on a piece of paper from his pocket. He handed me the paper, Call me if you need anything else. I work days, so anything you might want I can help you out with it. I thanked him, and knew that I could have ended. On the drive home I convinced myself that with the stranger now out of the picture I would concentrate on the problems plaguing me and my husband. Unfortunately my growing drug habit would be a barrier I'd have to overcome first.....and that would prove to be one obstacle I couldn't conquer on my own.“Oh fuck!” I thought out loud when I spotted my husband’s car in the drive. “Time to face the music….”The second I walked through the door he stormed toward me. “What the fuck babe? The house. "The ponies were led out into the night where they were silently led away by a few of the women. Six more stables were just as easily raided, and at the last one Riggan and Kinna mounted ponies and trotted off to catch up with the rest of their squad. Hearing a confused hubbub from up ahead they reined in where a squad of soldiers stood surrounded by shaggy ponies."What's going on here? Who's driving these shelka this time of night?" The squad leader was almost hopping up and down with. Jim is missing none of it, filming expertly getting angles and close ups like the pro he is.'Do'nt forget her tits boys' Jim suggests, 'there's clamps and rope in there for them'More scurrying around the bag, whilst someone begins pinching and rubbing your tits, someone else is pulling your cunt lips apart, 'Look at these guys, cunt lips like dumbos ears' Demonstrating by pulling them wide,'Damn they must be 3inches long''Clamps for them too if you look' 'OK I've got the clamps, here goes'You.