"I'm really looking forward to tomorrow after work," she said as we were heading back."Me too, Crystal, me too."I wasn't all that surprised to see Ste...la when I got home after work. She was right there at the door waiting and she kissed me passionately before the door was even closed.I kissed her and massaged her massive tits. She rushed off to the bedroom and I watched her breasts tumble every which way as I followed her."Well, Stella, would you mind it too much if I slipped my cock between. I’d had to hire administration people to help keep track of everything. Good people mostly. The law of averages said I was going to find one or two bad apples, and when I did they went away as quickly as possible.I hooked Michael and Miguel into helping me with charity work. They became involved in neighborhood outreach programs, concentrating on middle schools. They were at that age when the world around them was coming into focus but were young enough to still be reached. I went with them a. An inch-long, silver gash in the black paint stared back at her. “H… How?” The stranger pointed to her head. “What’s that?” Carol felt the back of her head. She’d forgotten all about her hairgrip. “Don’t look so worried,” he said. “It’ll be easy to fix.” “Do you really think so?” “Yeah. It’s just a tiny little scratch. Isn’t even worth bothering the insurance company with. I’m sure we could settle it just between us.” “Settle? You want me to pay for it?” “Something like that. Let’s call. I have money to blow. I’m not ashamed of it. Not obscenely rich, but I can be self-indulgent. It’s an attitude as well as a fact. Maybe it’s the attitude that’s poisonous, but the attitude is the part I’m least ashamed of. Did I say ‘creative writing’? Well, maybe that’s getting ahead of myself. Maybe it’s just an English major. I’m second year. I love literature but I don’t get the whole ‘English’ thing anyway. I have no intention of ever reading Beowulf again, least of all from a scholarly.