" You don't understand. I had a whole year's worth of work in there; formulas, figures, notes... gone, all gone." Farhad, it's not gone. It's all on d...sk chip, right? So when we get home you'll transfer it and everything will be fine. Okay? What's important is that you're all right. That we all are." Yavi said as she tried to comfort him."Yes, yes of course Yavi. You're right," replied Farhad managing a weak smile. Yavi smiled back stronger."Everyone all right? Is anyone hurt?" Garth stood in. Finally the day had arrived, the morning of Memorial Monday I woke up to yet another of Stacey's famous tongue whippings to my clit and pussy lips when she noticed I was awake and enjoying her, "Good morning spit-roast" she gave me her new morning greeting, "OH YEAH!!" I screamed as I had a powerful orgasm thinking that in just a few hours I would be riding a spit and enjoying the pain of it pushing my meat and organs to the side making room for its 3 inches of thick steel as it was forced. Sex would probably be on her terms, but at the moment I didn’t care. Of course that didn’t happen so once I was dressed I got in my car, started the engine, and drove off.The drive home seemed to go quickly. It always does when you are familiar with landmarks and don’t have to constantly refer to a map. My ass still felt warm from being paddled multiple times and I envisioned I would spend the rest of the day either standing up or laying on my side on the couch in front of the TV.It was. I tripped suddenly, face scrapping against rough concrete and the skin shearing from my palms. I cried out, then realized that I’d come upon the sidewalk at the edge of town. With new hope I pushed up and took off again. I heard nothing behind me and took my chance, running into a dark alley littered with hiding spots. I dove behind a pile of boxes surrounded by old tires and trash and bent over, hands on knees, catching my breath. Who was that man? I shook my head, brushing back snarled.