The last two people of our group decide to drive home and I convince her to leave also, hoping to get lucky on the ride to drop her off at her boyfrie...ds house. She says that she needs to visit the bathroom one more time so I hold her up as she stumbles to the bathroom for the last time before we leave. She makes it in just wont come out, she is laughing telling me to come in. I eventually talk her in to coming out and now I decide I should go to the bathroom also. I prop her up in the hall. Whom had been more beautiful, Jackie or Sarah? Hell, Kevin knew where Sarah lived—why not bring Jackie there, kidnap Sarah, and make them do stuff to each other?Pausing for a minute, Kevin debated with himself about whether or not to have another cigarette, and flicked it into the parking lot. One of his favorite fantasies was to corrupt a girl to the extent that she became just like him—what could be more erotic than watching a beautiful woman holding a soaked rag over the face of another. Activating the navigation subsystem that was strapped to his left forearm, he checked his heads-up display. He saw three dots light up on his display: he was the little green triangle, the Palladium site was a red square, and Arabella's house was a blue diamond. The red square was about three miles to the southwest. The blue diamond would take him about a mile out of his way. He knew that he had better move out; he had a busy night ahead.Simon walked quickly along the dark farm roads past. And I know you like it even better when I take it off, so you can see my round, glorious tits wobble as I shimmy at the camera for you...But this is about what I want.I want to see you wank.I want to see your grin as you greet me, the twinkle in your eyes and the bulge in your trousers as you stand and adjust the camera. I don't want chit-chat and "how was your day?"s, or countless flirtations and mutual ego-stroking.I want cock-stroking.So undo your belt and pull down your trousers. Get out.