It was really quite busy for a Thursday afternoon. He watched a slim redhead get her hair set on really large rollers. Next to her, a young blonde gir... was getting a spiral perm. Across the salon, Gerry could see one of the stylists blow-drying the hair of a woman of about thirty. Her highlighted hair was cut in a short, layered look. Gerry was fascinated, as the stylist effortlessly seemed to command the lady's hair to perform with just a touch of her hand. There were no combs or brushes, just. "I had to move on with my life." Will you move on with your life now that you have left Melanie behind? Like you left Gelwenil behind?" I didn't leave Gelwenil behind. In fact, I was going to find her when I opened a door at the North Pole and stepped through it only to find myself back in my barracks." Oh," said Tawny, looking uncomfortable. "I didn't know that. We thought you left on purpose. You didn't do something to make yourself go to your barracks?" I didn't do anything except walk. “So what’s going on? Is she ok?” I asked.“Yeah. Things had been rough between them and then something happened that made her just sort of snap. I never liked the guy anyway, so I’m not that heartbroken for her. I think she’s better off.”“Good for her.” I replied.“Yeah, real good for you.” Jennifer said with a laugh.“Oh yeah? Why is that?” I asked.“Well, when you get a heart broken girl and a bottle of wine, things tend to happen.” Jennifer said.“Go on.”“She apparently got a crash course in. "I'll make you my little cocksucking slut you faggot whore."Bingo. I had hit the mother load. Scott had a dormant aggressive streak that had he ever tried on Ryan, she'd have cut him off on the spot. But with me, he could let his dominant side surface and fuck my throat like a cheap prostitute.Scott grabbed my head in his strong hands and laying his cockhead on my outstretched tongue, he gave a mighty thrust and drove his spear down my throat till his balls literally bounced off my chin. He.