Over the next couple of hour's chatting,Marcus had seen her potential as his dream slut and so, ignoring hisplanned evening out and the friends he was...to meet, had taken Estelle -then called "Julie" - to one of the hotels of which he owned, given herthe best rooms, ordered the finest food that the prestigious chef hadto hand, instructed his staff to be their most attentive, and assuredher that her future was with him.Within a few months, Marcus had given Estelle - deeds and all - abeautiful. Then I come one lasta time.”“You foul-mouthed swine,” retorted the lady indignantly. “In this country we don’t talk about our sex lives in public!”“Hey, coola down lady,” said the man. “Who talkin’ abouta sexa? I’m a justa tellin’ my frienda how to spella ‘Mississippi’.”I went out dressed like a chicken last night... ... and I met a girl who was dressed like an egg. One thing led to another and the lifelong question was answered: it was the chicken.What’s a 6.9?Another good thing screwed up by. He was the biggest man I had ever seen in the flesh. as girls we would scour magazines and porn books in a lurid frenzy looking for the biggest and wonder how they would go inside us.This was long and thick and as he shaved he appeared even bigger.There was a silence as I stared at it, my eyes transfixed, 'You like it', he asked knowing fine well I did, as I made no effort to escape or raise the slightest objection.Even as he walked towards me it remained rigid and upright, not bobbing around. Just don't take my things? Those are MINE!" Technically they were, too: she'd purchased the TV and VCR a year ago with money she'd earned from working at Franklins after her dad pawned theirs. She also did have some cheap jewelry and a second-hand computer in her bedroom she didn't want them to discover..."More?" Don asked with a smile. "How's a young thing like you gonna get enough money to make it worth my while in just two days?"Tina looked away from him again. "I, uh... have a friend....