"Where do people who live at the beach go for vacation? Do you think they just go somewhere bland and work out of a hotel room?"Jan laughed. Now that ...he was awake and alert, Jan's face had started to look more like he was used to seeing."I have no idea," she admitted. "Where did you go on vacation when you lived in Chicago?" Nowhere," Bryant told her. "I might drive to Indianapolis if the Colts were playing someone good. But I usually just hung out at the house, fixing little things that I'd. " he began to say."Nope, not allowed," I said."But seriously, no one will..." he began to say."Against company policy. I can't let it happen. My boss would kill me," I said."Man, this sucks!" he said as he walked away. He quickly turned around. "Can I get a picture at least?" What part of no..." I began to say. He nodded and walked away."I love you guys' work. Got posters and stuff at home!” he shouted as he got further away."Thanks," Kathy said stifling a laugh. I waited until he was out of. There was something almost sadistic in the method she had settled on to bring things to an end for herself, plus the idea of addicting her body to heroin, inasmuch as her own father filled his coffers from the illicit traffic, amongst other evil things; yet, at the same time, it sounded like a wild and crazy adventure. She'd tried it and liked it, freaked-out on "speed" a few times and forgotten her woes, but "smack" was going to be a brand new trip, and getting the stuff should be simple.. " She went into the living room, her long smooth back and her round delectable ass beckoning Fawn. Her voice deepened and grew huskier."Sit here and have a drink," she said. "And while you're drinking it, I'll just sit here on the floor between your legs and suck your cunt softly until you explode. Remember how I can do that? How does that sound?"Fawn was gripped by a sharp tremor of lust. In fact, it sounded absolutely great to her. It was all she could do to overcome the urge to give in."Put.