It works if you work it.” To which Katherine responded with silence and willful ignorance as she made her way into the bus.Ed’s apartment complex ...as in that part of the city that was so un-charted that even Google-Maps gave up trying to map it. A grimy, vertical structure of broken windows and moldy doors greeted Katherine as she walked from the bus-stop. It had been six hours since their conversation at the bus-stop. Six hours was as long as her commitment to sobriety held, in the face of his. It took me several trips to realize this but she actuallyenjoyed getting into these arguments. She actually got sexually chargedout of the confrontations with these women. She also enjoyed theattention high-school boys gave me, with them saying loud enough for bothof us to hear that once I was in high school, I was going to be a blowjob queen and total slut for sure. Oh diary, if they only knew that I wasalready that, and more. Usually, after these trips, Mistress Alexacouldn't wait to get me. Grandpa got his thick cock about halfway in my ass before he pulled it all the way out. He got what looked like a thick belt off the wall and had me arch my back so he could slide it underneath me. He then buckled the belt around my waist. I noticed it had handles near each of my hips. Grandpa began working his cock back into my ass. This time he got 3/4 of the way in when he grabbed the handles at my waist. He took a deep breath in and pulled the handles as he thrust his hips forward. I. I was set to start worming my way deeper into the small thicket, when suddenly a beam rifle bolt hissed by me, headed in the opposite direction. One of the juicers cried out, grabbed his thigh and pitched forward. I jerked my head around and there was Lucy, kneeling about three paces away, her rifle humming as it recharged. She smiled wanly when I caught her eye. I tried to calm and reassure her to keep her in the fight."Good shooting, Lucy. We can treat the ones you wound, but no one can bring.