He usedto boast of the fact that he debated the battle of the sexes with thegirls from a local public school (a breeding ground for lesbians) and that...e had often fantasised about being a girl. One of the girls from thatschool (which was known as the "sister" school to his school) had falleninto his trap and said that this was obviously because he felt that girlswere superior to which he replied, "Oh no, I wondered what it would belike to be so inferior."The problem with this debate was that. A hole was in the left pant’s pocket, and two blood-soaked openings matched the wounds in his wounded leg. Fortunately, his bleeding was very minor, and I was beginning to believe I could save his life though he was still completely unconscious. I applied copious blankets to help warm his entire body, but now I had to decide how to handle the wound itself. I was concerned that it would become infected and other than some Mercurochrome, I had nothing to treat his leg. All I could do was keep it. .. do I?” He did seem so familiar, but she had no idea why she would think so.“No, of course you don’t,” he replied in his cheerfully upbeat voice, as though all was well in the world, in his world anyway, “or at least I’m pretty sure we’ve never been introduced to each other before. I am a delivery driver, and I work for Webster’s Haulage? They are a small local firm with a very good reputation around here. They only employ the most trustworthy staff to haul valuable stuff around these parts,. She shuttered. Sitting up a little better to get a clear view. Her hand went to her panties. The situation was moving along fast. Then some people piled out of the club's back door, only glancing at us in passing. They went to the other corner of the alley and lit up cigarettes and a bowl of weed.I, still with my cock out, was turned away from them and walked toward my doggy partner. She had a finger inside her panties. Her other hand moved up toward her over-sized titties. She just looked up.