“Help me get them in here.”They had just closed the tail-gate again when they heard sirens in the distance. Whether they had been spotted or not, ...nd whether the sirens were anything to do with him, Robbie didn’t know. But just in case, he wanted to be away quickly.“Quick, get in,” Robbie pointed at the passenger door. Just seconds later, without waiting for seat belts, Robbie pulled the car away from the curb and hurtled down the road. “Seat belt,” snapped Robbie at Zack.Zack just nodded and. . Anyway, I had more important things to dwell on at that moment. I didn't have a thing to wear... or did I?I must have stared at the dress a hundred times, hanging there in my closet. You want to talk about guilt? I had left messages for Dianna at the number she gave me, but she hadn't called me back yet. Sure, I could have cruised Michigan Avenue and found something else. My instincts were nudging me; there was something about this dress and its connotations to the unfolding conspiracy that. When we would go out in public we would usually end up cutting our evening short and hurry back to one of our apartments for private, carnal activities. As I learned more about Gracie’s history, her current attitudes made more sense.Gracie had been born and raised in a semi-rural area of Kansas. Her parents had a large, successful farm and the nearest town was about fifteen miles away. She had one older brother that was happy to learn the family business and carry on the family farm after. B is the Bone Ranger and FUCK NO that ain't right. I know Mr. B. He's a friggin accountant. Sure he works out but he's an accountant... Right?My body was paralyzed while my mind tried in vain to make this shit make sense. Ms. B was sitting there holding Mr. B's cock, stroking it right in front of us. They had to know we could see them. But wait... HOLY MUTHER FUCKING SHIT! Mr. B is the FUCKING Bone Ranger. Lisa and Leslie just FUCKED the Bone Ranger. WHAT THE FUCK IS REALLY GOING ON HERE?I just.