Snatching the envelope, one of the minions dashed back to the leader and presented it with a flourish, as if he were a courtier presenting a missive t... the king. The big man smiled, briefly, before snatching the envelope and rifling through the contents. With another whistle, he gathered his thugs and left the store, not a single word had been uttered from start to finish.Kat, who had long considered herself inured to the casual violence so common in the city, felt herself growing angry. Danny. The amount I saved in lawyer's fees was more than worth the purchase price of the gun.This is compliments of GaryA Zen monk walks up to a hot-dog stand and says to the seller: "Make me one with everything!"The seller says nothing, but goes about making a hot-dog with mustard, ketchup, relish, salsa, mayonnaise, onions, sauerkraut and a dill pickle.He hands it to the monk and says: "That'll be $5.97."The monk hands the seller a $10 bill. The seller takes it, puts it in his till, and then goes. “Tell if this cock is to your liking.” Carol cooed with pleasure. “Oooo! Yes, Master. It’s so big it hurts! Fuck me hard like the bitch I am. Harder Master…make me you whore! I live only to please you!” Yves increased his speed slightly slapping his hips harder to her soft round ass. Her lush tits swayed rippled in time to his thrusts. She mewled with pleasure as an orgasm tried to build in her small body. It would rage to the heights but never reach a peak and break over.Yves rubbed a tattoo. Sheila was fast becoming the Lady of the House. Jo was the brat with a mean streak. Where the joke was practical or verbal, everyone in the room had reason to tread lightly. They had since she was twelve. If you ever saw Private Benjamin, think of the RIT dye scene. Better yet, the dye bomb in Raising Arizona. Jo was ingenious, persistent and could not be bought. No one fucked with little sister.It was that same little sister I saw coming down the hill, wearing a suit very much like Curtis'..