It had been less than two hours since he had posted a notice regarding the reward for finding ScarletEmperor’s whereabouts and he already had a soli... lead.Scott looked at the man in front of him, his name having something to do with crows. He honestly didn’t remember nor did he care enough for it. He was inconsequential in the grand scheme of things after all, just like most of the population.“So, you say you have ScarletEmperor?”The man fumbled for a bit before replying, the action irritating. You can call him, mention my name, ask him to meet with you, tell you all about it!"Jemison handed Paul a business card:Alex FainESPN RadioThe card had an address and phone number in New York City."You know who that is?" Jemison said."Sure. Fain used to play ball. Giants. Then the Blue Jays, before he retired." That's right. And now he does radio, for ESPN. He does color on their game broadcasts; he does his own sports show -- the works. And he was a jock -- just like you was a jock -- before. It was nice to cut the number of the ants by that number, but the explosion had no other affect on the ants. They completely ignored the dead ants and the hole in the ground. Mary resolved not to waste any more hand grenades on the ants if that was all that was going to happen. She didn't have the hand grenades to spare. On a cost per dead ant basis, the machine gun was by far the more effective weapon.The ants must have been getting tired, because the humans were gradually pulling away from. It hurts so much, I have to stop this before he makes me cum.Oh god, I'm feeling it. The pain is being replaced with pleasure and my dick is rising like the sun, all on its own. Outside I see a man walk past our window. I yell for help, he turns around and walks towards the window, he heard me! I recognize him, that's Mr. Dennis, our school choir teacher. As Ty slams his sausage in and out of my I yell. "Mr. Dennis, ugh, Mr. Dennis. Help me! Ty is r****g me!" But he doesn't help, instead he.