Introducing the Spartan Spitter Story: #25 Copyright 2005 Written: February 06 2005 A story By: KaosAngel Proofed by: Piasa_Troll Please send any comm...nts about this story to ([email protected]) ********************************************************************** Imagine yourself sitting in your favorite easy chair, nagging wife finally went to bed, or those unruly daughters disregarded your rules and ran out again, you wish there was some way to spit and process them without spending a. "I knocked and no one answered," I began and trailed off as she pinned herself against the wall.I tried again. "I heard a big thud in my bedroom wall and thought someone might be hurt." I pointed to the large gash in the wall behind her cheap, flakeboard bookcase.The tension eased out of her body and her shoulders dropped down; they were round and inviting and I wanted to touch and hold and rub and I was getting ahead of myself."Thanks," she finally replied none too happily."Jed. Jed Morrison,". . knowing now, too late, that she had not betrayed them, but instead, had gambled her life to save theirs. Finally, realizing he could not leave their bodies there to be discovered, he'd carried them one by one to a remote thicket on the island and Madeleine had held the lantern for him.After, they'd returned to the house, undressed and toweled dry before climbing into bed to warm each other with their individual body-heat... and then to find consolation only in the violence of their. "Don't know" replied the barman "But it's obvious what she's doing?" What do you mean?" I asked."It's so obvious surely? Looks like a call girl to me and that guy's well known here for paying for beautiful female company" A call girl?" I stammered "You mean a hooker?" Sure, as you'd know if you'd seen her earlier." the barman responded. "Anyway what are you drinking sir?" he asked."Give me a gin and tonic and make it a double – not much tonic," I said.My wife was sat on a stool not 10 feet away.