Its like if someone asked me to do things with another guy. I couldn't do that either. I mean do things directly with one. Maybe, I could do things to...a girl, while he did things with her too. I don't know. It would be tough for me to even try something like that." You were thinking about that?" Yes. I was trying to put myself in your place. I wanted to figure what I'd do in your position. I think I'd decide just like you did. It wouldn't be so bad fucking a girl with another guy, as long as. Carlson sends his regrets in not being able to meet with you this morning. A complication has arisen in matters surrounding Mr. Anderman’s death that he has to address.”“Ok.”“Which brings me to a meeting you have shortly. Seems a detective wants to talk with you and some of the other people Mr. Anderman has been working closely with. We were able to get the detective to come here so as to avoid anyone from having to go down town.”Jan put her hand on Lisa’s shoulder.“Hopefully it will be nothing. Blindfolded and gagged, her arms pulled back awkwardly behind her, pushing her breasts upward, her nipples dark and hard, her shirt and bra resting helplessly under her throat... Her stomach bare, the thin line of hair leading down towards her crotch, disappearing under the elastic of her panties...He stood admiring the sight before him, especially the way her pubic hair slipped out of each side of her panties, a sign of the truly thick pubic hair and bush that lay beneath the thin panties.... I was also quite the pimp. My mom said I got it from my father. What else did I get from him? I always had the feeling that something about me just wasn't right. I had girls, a fully restored '67 Impala, and money, since my dad owned three successful Ford dealerships. But for some reason, I just could not figure out what it was. Until I went to the big TSU vs FAMU game at the Georgia Dome that year. I went with my cousin Marquis, who went to FAMU and a few of his friends. The only one that.