He stared at the ice, furiously wondering why he couldn’t be like that. Anna had crossed the line, they both knew that, but he honestly felt like he...didn’t have it in him to get past it anytime soon, to be able talk to her about it in a normal conversation. The fucked up thing about it, too, was that a small part of him wanted to. He almost wanted to go back upstairs and work things out with her, but he also knew that if he did that, she’d want to know the whole story about Rachel—and not just. I gasped, completely mesmerised. It was long – six or seven inches, and thick. It stood up, leaning to the left a little. The end was thicker with a kind of rim about an inch down. I could see a scattering of purple veins across it. Above was a sprinkling of brown curly hair and below hung a small hairy sack, his testicals. I never knew a penis was so beautiful! Cautiously I reached out and touched it with my fingertips. It was warm and smoother than I’d expected. Scott grabbed my hand and. Her long hair down around her shoulders all soggy like limp noodles, her makeup smeared like chalk on a chalk board from a hard day, but it didn't take away from her beauty, oddly it enhanced it. With a weak smile she said I had to sign for a package. Shifting winds began to blow the gale into my door, and I had no option but to ask her in before my carpet was soaked and my foyer a swimming pool.Once inside I could tell she welcomed the warmth and being out of the rain."A towel?" I offered.A. ?As the sylph spilled out of the cab, she balanced perfectly on pencil thin stilettos."How does she walk in those things," questioned Neal with awe."Now," commanded Kiffer, jumping out of the van.Suddenly, Lindsay was flanked by the men and dissolved into the crowd like melted ice cream on a hot day.Cell phone in hand, Neal whispered the words, "Cargo is in receipt. ?Repeat. ?Cargo is in receipt, over."The last thing she would remember was the pin prick.She's Missing?"Vera? ?Can you send.