.. you know how I am, Don... I've never had the guts toask a girl out. I really screwed up, here. You were so great atHalloween that I just kept up th... masquerade and I told people storiesabout how we were dating and... shit, Donnie... please. Please. Please.I need your help."Let me back up - I was once a successful person. I was living with myhigh school sweetheart in a little house we'd bought together. I wasmaking a decent living as a graphic artist and Nancy, my high schoolsweetheart, was. Let me scan something you need a copy of and we will get it out of the trunk."The item chosen was a yellow, hourglass-shaped radio called the Gibson Girl. It was an automatic radio—just extend the 800-foot antenna, plug the crank in the socket on top, and hold the radio between the knees while turning the handle for all you're worth at 80 rpm. It would automatically send a distress signal on 500 kilo-Hertz at 4.8 watts output, providing a homing signal for appropriately-equipped aircraft and. Down..up..down. His hands leave her hips and begin to massage her titties taking a moment to pinch each nipple in a way that exhorts both pleasure and pain…punishment and justice. Up…down…up…down she goes until finally after an exhausting workout he releases his seed deep into her love channel. Holding her tight and bucking he rides the wave of an intense orgasm. Embracing for what seems like hours he holds her until his cock withdraws on its own accord. Sara, exhausted, thinks that the night. Queen Triada's head turned toward the sky as did the Cliverstone's. A small smile crossed her features, "it appears that they were able to find Sam."Triann's head snapped skyward as she whispered with tears falling. "My Sam thank the universe that you are still alive."Not far away, Fino's head also turned skyward as a large smile crept to his mouth. "Ah my son! You have done the Cliverstone race proud this day."A few moments later, the trio landed not far from the group. They then gently.