His plans always included every possible scenario, even being wounded. Even if he had to give up and be hospitalized, there was a good chance he could...escape if he kept his senses about him. His wound didn't feel as if it would be totally immobilizing.He dropped the food tray, stuck the stun gun in his belt, stepped over the convulsing agent and continued on, opening the door and walking quickly into Hanes' room. Bobby, who had just taken over from her sister, was in the process of. ‘Your probably a bit sore just here too.’ I say, slipping my finger just inside her bright pink pussy lips.Her breath quickens a bit, although there’s no complaint. Carefully I feel around for her swollen clit and she utters a tiny sob.Looking her in the eye I say in a level tone, “ Oh Yes! you have made it sore haven’t you; It’ll need more cream before bedtime; I’ll do it again for you; OK Jess?’Embarrassment clouded her face; she was only too aware of the real cause of her sore cunt. But that. Not for her, not for me. But especially not for the rest of her guests either. Now. You can either remain outside here in the car until such time as you can smile, and mean it. Or, you can come inside with me, enjoy yourself, and have a good time."If Maggie had been using the phone, she'd have hung up by now. As it was, she'd opened her door already stepping out before I'd had even half a chance of answering her. I opened my door, smiling, and genuinely meaning it."That's better," Maggie said. I would have been better off picking up a hooker, it would have been less degrading. Oh, what the fuck, it happened, just write it down, then burn it. It was in the third bar that we were in that night, a dive with live bands on Ave B (or maybe C) on the Lower East side of Manhattan, when I heard them. They were playing in the back room, I heard them before I saw them, I was drawn to them by their sound, their looks sealed the deal. It was a power trio; guitar, bass, drums, three girls. They.