I told him I would drive him there so we headed on out. We killed a little time at a thrift store he knew of until it was time for his appointment and...I headed home. More studying, another chat with Linda on the phone, where we both told each other several times how much we missed each other.Thursday, the only day of the week I looked forward to before I started dating Linda. As was our usual pattern, once school was out I drove Keith to his house so he could pick up his stuff, then drove home. Getting paid to do it was just a bonus.I enjoyed watching Billie getting fucked at least twice by every man. Then it was my turn. She had a shallow pussy and I bottomed out every time, as had the other men, I assume.Della Easton had a tattoo on each of her breasts. They were her c***dren’s names. Then on her shaved pussy mound was ‘fuck me’. Exactly what her clients were going to do. I was learning more about these women than I had even known when I was married to Stacey all those years.Patti. They sit down and talk on her couch in the living room, Bradley asks her if she's over Edgar and she says yes she tells him she's tired of her ex husband's unwillingness to be there for his family. she deserves better Bradley tells her that he could never treat her that way and so they talk the talking leads to him holding her hand and she gets up off the couch and they go into her bedroom and lock the door. Bradley and jenny start kissing taking each others clothes off Bradley yanks her. . he might want to send a message. They may not have heard from him." Is this true, John?" asked Chernagovka, "you might like to send letter to your family?" Perhaps," he shrugged, "mum, dad." But it must be subject to Military censorship!" insisted the Russian."I have a friend... from Spain, an Australian," John said suddenly, "perhaps you might know where he is? We had to leave him behind."The Englishman agreed to make some enquiries and convey it back through intelligence channels.John had.