“Betcha 20 bucks.” She was bored.“I’ve never missed yet. I’ve got the rest of the weekend!” Jack was delighted to take Norma’s money.“...ot so fast.” Norma added. “Let’s make this interesting. You have to pick up the next waitress you set eyes on. Young, old, pretty, ugly, married, single it doesn’t matter. Plus, I get to watch so you can’t screw me on the bet.”Across the street was the last restaurant in the town; a small, run-down coffee shop.Jack’s face fell as he entered; there was the. Neither of us have jobs, we kind of live off our families and left over scholarship and loan money while we're in school. However D-money dosen't go to school and he dosen't have a job but he buys Kristel everything she wants and he never lacks for anything. He's has his own apartment and drives an Escalade. Ive asked what it is that he does to afford all of his things but no ones seemed to know until Kristel accidentally told me one day that he was a drug dealer...therefore on the southside. Then she pulled out a candle, lit it, and dripped hot wax all over the top of her tits until they were covered, she would whimper a bit when the wax was a bit hot, and she had a deep moan as she covered those tits. While she was dripping with one hand, her other hand was holding the vibrator to her pussy which was wet with her running juices. She was teasing her pussy with the vibrations and it appeared she was about to explode any minute. She looked at me and said, “Teddy my dear sweet sissy. Carefully keeping his own expression neutral—the colonel was an excellent poker player—he joined the others as they took sitting posi­tions.The scientists' backpacks contained only the miniaturized power equipment to electrify their clothing and operate their communicators, but Igwanda's and his troops' had additional utilities. One was a metal detector linked to his helmet, which he immediately activated by a timed eyeblink and focused on each native in turn. There was no feedback; either all.