The Police had two way radios but they had a limited distance. The land lines weren't every where and often were shared by several homes often referre... to as party lines. In those times being an outlaw, that is to say one who lives out side of the box, not with out morals or a code but not those of polite society was becoming more common. I was out on the road, riding a old chopped Harley that a brother in arms had sold me. The old Harley Rat wasn't very comfortable or polite, but was the. ...but the guy continued ... So the bitch is drunk, nice... way to go... Fuck that cunt for all of us in the office,he smiled. I knew I was in the clear . I said yeah she came onto me I'm just here to fill her needs I said with a wink.. Not sure what I was thinking ....and asked if he wanted to double-team this slut I could tell he got a hard on over the thought right away. "Fuck yeah" I fantasize of wanting to fuck this whore" was his reply "but let's get her out of the hallway" he suggests we. Jared needed absolutely no instruction on what he was expected to do next!Jared found himself staring right up into a very full mound of dark pubic hair. That pubic mound was hovering just a few inches above his face as Jared studied each dark curly frond and the soft pink flesh those fronds emanated from. Jared’s mind raced back to that moment just on six days ago now when he had pushed his finger down onto this lovely woman’s clitoris then retracted his hand in guilt. This time, however there. ‘That must be our best reception yet.’ Vanja nodded coolly. ‘You might be right, darlin’. You might be right.’ Behind them, Roxy entered the dressing room and came over. She was counting out dollar bills. Vanja kept her back to her, wiping the perspiration from her armpits and neck, and from those great, pendulous breasts. ‘Here you go, ladies. Nice job.’ Vanja turned, smiled politely, took the cash. Counted it professionally. ‘What’s this shit?’ ‘Hey, that’s what Luis said I should give you..