Please, as a favor to me?"I sighed and looked at Gene. He had been my best friend but right now I was soooo pissed at him. Before I had graduated coll...ge (he never went to school past high school) we were a wild team. We had been growing apart for the last several years but we were still friendly. We were neighbors and he helped me on my farm. Annie was the only one of his girlfriends we hadn't shared or double-teamed. I did keep a few of my girlfriends away from him-the ones I thought were. I wondered how it would feel to take them all, one by one, and have my multi-orgasmic appetite satisfied once and for all. So I quit protesting and turned around on Brad's lap and straddled him, giving him a big, wet kiss. Another big mistake (who ever said that whiskey makes you frisky was both a prophet and a bastard).Brad quickly got the message, and said "That's more like it, baby." I slid off of him, back onto the seat. He held me close and told me how beautiful I looked, and how he and. One centimetre.She held her breath, drawing level with the plane of the disc and touched it. Met no resistance. No pain. Drew her finger back. It was still there. Intact. Emboldened, she pressed it through to the first knuckle. Then the second. She heard Brett squeal:"Holy crap!"She wiggled her pinkie and heard him chuckle from the laptop on the bench to her right. Outstretching the remainder of her fingers, she pushed her whole hand through and waved. It was so surreal seeing her arm cut off. ...............Ms. Greer arrived at the Ferguson home. She was dressed veryprofessionally in a knee length dark blue skirt and white blouse andwhite open toe pumps. She wore black horned rimmed glasses that wereinlayed with gemstones. A look that was rather out dated, yet somehowappealing to the eye.Dexter and his mother sat across the table from her as she wentthrough the official paper work of the decree reading each pagethoroughly and making notes in the margins."Can she really do this to.