Half an hour later and the rain still had not let up. I was completely soaked, even under the tree.I thought of calling home for a rescue from my pred...cament. As I reached into my purse to take my cellphone out, I felt a certain dampness. That’s when I realized I had taken my fabric purse, which was obviously not waterproof. The cellphone was also wet, and had conked off. Great, I thought to myself. Stuck here without a working cellphone on a highway late at night. Some vehicles were passing. This way you can determine the path the internal pole is taking through thePauline's body.The movement of the pole upward can be tracked by watching the machine's thrustingmovements and the rise of the end of the pole." A cover was removed from a small glass window. "Through this window you cansee the action of the pole going in, more easily. A computer programmetracks the path so that vital organs were missed and with a little adjustmentto the head the tip of the point would pop out of the. “You’re my last customer for the day,” she said with a grin, her face turning a deeper shade of red. “I, uh, well...okay then,” I stuttered before smiling at her. “Let’s go.” * “What’s your name?” she asked as I effortlessly shifted into third gear, the engine purring in the process. “Mike. What’s your name?” I asked as I glanced over at her. “Larissa,” she replied with a smile. “Larissa,” I repeated, “I like it.” I finished with a smile as I drove through the other side of town and down the. I sat down tonight when finally and happily, I could take some time out for myself. In case you are a new reader, please lay back and enjoy while you rub or jerk yourself dry.So coming to my story. To give a little backdrop, this story dates back almost around 7 years from now. The girl involved was a good and close friend of mine from college. Well, we went to the same college but never got along in a relationship. It was much better that way. We had ways to get laid and enjoy our personal.