This spawned my next project. I needed a new phone. I bought a dead-stupid cell phone. It wasn't a Blackberry. It wasn't an Iphone. It wasn't an Andro...d. It had caller-ID and a large keypad. Next I called my Illinois apartment's landlord and opened negotiations to break my contract for a minimum fee.I ordered a shipping container to be dropped off at the apartment complex. For five hundred bucks the maintenance guys would strip the place for me and pack the goods. When they called to inform me. ”“Yes. And there’s more to it than just the rape - drug use, promiscuity, and an abortion.”“Oh my God!” Elizaveta gasped.“That’s what our family has been trying to deal with. And despite all of that, Liz has a job, is going to school, and, in a couple of weeks, will be marrying the man who loves her. I consider that a miracle, especially given how bad things were.”“And you stuck by her through the whole thing?”“Yes. Only Emmy and I fully supported Liz every step of the way without condemning. Guess I've been out of action so long I didn't realize." Good for me then. Now please kiss me." With this she drew my face to hers and set her lips to mine. Moira's hand behind my neck, her other around my waist at the small of my back.My one hand had yet to leave her breast, but, it wasn't still. I was kneading her breast, massaging it through her shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra, so I only had the thin cotton of her shirt separating my hand from her tit's flesh. I swear I could feel the beat. And last but not least was Lizbeth, who couldn't stop staring at pervert's crotch, he knew she was the horny girl of the group, the one he didn't need to persuade to fuck, so he decided to talk to her in private that night.They both took a walk outside the bar and he quickly asked, without wasting time..."I want to fuck you all 5 girls, but I want to start with the ones that don't want it, I know you want it by just looking at you..."Lizbeth nodded with a smile, she was thinking the same.