Number ... so they can call you?”“No! Absolutely not! If you did, I’d get a million phone calls. If they all happened at once, it would cripple ...ur telecommunication infrastructure. That would alert everyone in the world just what a danger I represent, and they’d come after me with everything they’ve got.”“Tell us then. How should we ... proceed?”“Wait until I’m ready to reveal my secrets. Then you can give any new arrivals my number. Hopefully there won’t be too many, especially if you limit. ”And besides, her “dirty bush spot” is exactly where I wanted to be.So she drags me back into her bushes, which by the way, is like a mini- outdoors Apartment with all her stuff, little second-hand shelves and trinkets, stacks of cat-food cans, weird voodoo snow-globes, and incense – all that kitschy, knick-knack stuff that you’d expect a homeless LA lady to have was strewn about. Haha (I actually did think this lady was kinda cute and sweet in a dirty, homeless person sort of way.)Next thing I. We didn’t have to report to my house for her house arrest to begin for a few more hours. She was already wearing the ankle bracelet and the monitoring box that we were ordered to install before nightfall. Since it was her last freedom for a while I didn’t put up any protest letting her go on her own. Her phone was charged during the trip so she was able to contact me if needed. I went to the food court after some brief shoe shopping to waste some time. I watched the clock and the hour came to. One of my fetishes that I like to indulge is to have either Tammy or Mrs. Ho to sing out loud for me when I am poking them with my determined erection. I have found that when I am buried deeply in anal congress that they both sound their very best of all. I have been meaning to record them with the sounds of our copulation fairly easy to discern on the recording and meant to include our verbal exchanges as well as the pretty melodies. Some of the things those girls would say when taking it up.