Use the cunt and throw 'm out when I'm done. This piece of fuckmeat puts up a big fight man, defo wanted to stay and sleep-over. HELL NO. It was fucki...g nasty and this fighting got me rock hard again. Pinned the cunt against the wall, face facing it, banging her ass brutally hard, shooting my load in her shithole, grasping her arms behind her back and threw her out, stark naked, cum dripping out of her hole. Threw her skimpy clothes after her and had a good night's sleep, can tell you that.. Taunus Trumbo: So the model is wrong. Faustus Mortal: Not necessarily. We might look back to previous values of the Fine Structure Constant and the Electron g Factor. Taunus Trumbo: You can do that? Faustus Mortal: Yes, and they even give the experiments. Just because a result is old, doesn’t necessarily make it wrong. The designing experiment must be able to be repeated. That’s the Scientific Method. Taunus Trumbo: Ah Faustus Mortal: The people who set the recommended values for the Fine. We’d get a little head start on our buzz and head out in a taxi. I busied myself getting ready. I hated skirts but that didn’t mean I couldn’t kill them in butt hugging black slacks and a flirty top. Never had many complaints. Put on my war paint. A bit more dramatic than my usual near nude emphasizing my deep blue eyes and dark hair. I wasn’t taking any prisoners. Freud may say I was trying to prove I didn’t need HIM. But the vodka spike cola I’ve been sipping since I got home prevented too. “Why ‘no’?”“Well,” Alison fumbled in desperation, “well, because your future is here. The future is here, in the Enlightened world. How can you go and live with all those savages, when here you could become the greatest fucker this country has ever known?!” She paused to mutter, “Shit, I sound just like my dad, don’t I?” before continuing: “But – but remember, Evie, your ambition is to suck cocks under boardroom tables in the City! What a great future you have ahead of you!”“Alison, I know how.