For Tammy had a nemesis. Mr. Critic. Oh, wicked Mr. Critic!Every time Tammy posted a new story, sure enough Mr. Critic would criticize it."Your spelli...g is atrocious," Mr. Critic would write, in his oh-so-proper way, "and you seem to have no grasp of conventional grammar, without the saving grace of true experiment. The plot is miniscule, the characters the thinnest cardboard, and the ending completely implausible. You can do better."Tammy felt just awful whenever he saw what Mr. Critic had. " Hi Lisa," I responded, eyeing her up. "What can I do for you?" I am supposed to start here today. I guess you are gonna be training me," she said with a smile.No one told me anything so a quick call to my manager to confirm this and suddenly I had to train the new girl. At least she was sexy. I got a look at her ass when she came around the counter and I almost got hard right then. It looked so firm and I had no idea how she managed to even get into those pants they were so tight.We talked. ...A couple of hours later I heard the pair of them coming downstairs and stood up to go and get my shoes so that I could drive them to the party.The girls walked into the room, “Dad, can you take a photo of us before we go, please?”I held out my hand and I took her phone from her, “it’s all set up you just need to point it and press the button.”“I do think I know how to take a photo you know, if you want a decent shot I can get the SLR camera out.”“No just take the shot and then let's go.”I. He took their shoes and socks off, then took a small knife out of his pocket and cut their clothes off, leaving them wearing just their underwear. That done, he approached Ron, who stared at him wide-eyed. Tommy tore the duct tape off the man’s mouth. Ron winced. ‘You bastard!’ he sputtered. ‘What the fuck do you think you’re doing?’ Tommy smiled. ‘I’m going to leave you here,’ he said. ‘Sooner or later, if you manage to get the tape off, you can walk back to town. Your car will be in the.