I'll have a decent car and some extra money so I can take her to a few more places than a diner and the movies." And you can help each other get rid o... your problems," Rich said."That, too." Do me a favor and send me a postcard when you finally do the deed," Rich said."How about a photo of the Japanese battle flag?" I was going to mention it," Rich said, "but I thought it might be asking too much."Jim finished his coffee and cereal and set the dishes in the sink. Rich was still working on. "Stephanie Watson, female, age 5," the rep called out the last name onthe list.Debra's eyes went wide in disbelief as did everyone else in attendance."I'm sorry sir, but did you say Stephanie Watson?"The rep nodded and then repeated his request."Well... there's some sort of mistake here ummm ... " for the first timeDebra had reason to read the cadaver's name tag, "Randall?" Mistake? No ma'am I assure you there's no mistake. This is FinalExit. You've passed through the earlier check points. ‘I think that would be lovely,’ she said. ‘It will give us a chance to catch up on what we’ve been doing, won’t it?’ ‘Ah…yeah,’ Jason said. ‘Look, I have to do a couple more things. I’ll be ready to go in five minutes flat.’ ‘I’ll be waiting,’ Karen said. Five minutes later they walked out of the mall, and started across the parking lot. ‘Ah…all I have is a pickup truck,’ Jason said, wishing he had a car. ‘Do you mind riding in a truck?’ Karen smiled, shook her head, and said, ‘No, of course. Molly kept going, thrusting the cucumber in and out of her sopping snatch. Her hips were pumping so hard that she was practically jumping off the table. And then it hit. A clear liquid sprang from her cunt with all the forces of water from a hose, splashing my face and shirt. The almost overpowering scent of Molly's musk exuded from her girlcum. She had fallen on her back, vegetable phallus still sticking out of her, and was screaming bloody murder as her hips thrust up at the ceiling.