" I said, fuck OFF!" Heather would love you to toss her off, sir."I rarely get uncontrollably angry, but this girl was tipping me over the edge. "Don...t you understand English, girl?" I yelled at her.She stood right before me, challenging me, her eyes dancing with delight. Her hand slid to my fly and I stood, stunned as she slowly unzipped it. Her finger slipped inside and she started to expertly stroke my cock. All the while, her eyes smouldered into mine and the tip of her tongue slicked. I also wanted to leave my next victim dressed in something a little special as Christmas was approaching. I broke into store, procured some clothes, money and a Santa costume, complete with a huge red sack which I filled with cardboard and boxes. I was soon ready to go back to what I do best. I dressed myself up in the Santa costume and started to prowl the streets without looking suspicious.The next day was Christmas Eve. My escape was on all the newspapers and TV channels urging young women. And once in a while you’d run into a scruffy looking homeless person who didn’t want to negotiate with you. But - we had to get into those cars to steer them off the lot and into the waiting transfer trailers heading to the North shore and the only existing junk yard piles on the island.[Wedges Daughter: She was a local icon, family member of the people who owned a wrecking yard and she worked the business, her life’s work, wore her work as part of her reputation, an island life aside]Dave and. “Why?”“You haven’t seen me, yet. You don’t know what kind of horrible monster I am,” he answered.It hurt her to hear him talk about his appearance in that manner. He was a good man and deserved happiness. She replied, “Promise me that you’ll be here when I get back.”That was the one promise that Shadow wouldn’t make. He was spared from answering when there was a knock on the door.He sighed in relief and said, “That’ll be Harry.”She shifted so that Shadow could get up and answer the door. He.