He must have picked the lock on my bag. That was a 9-tumbler lock too. I had it special made. He must be pretty good. I need to do something with my ...tuff, this pack is heavy, and I'm getting sick of carrying it. I locked it back up, and slung it back over my shoulder. I gotta go swing by GK's place now, and thank him for his program. I also gotta see if he knows this Devon. GK ran a shop about a mile from the park. It wouldn't have been a problem getting there normally, but the walk was hell. It took all my effort not to scream out in pain. It felt like I was being raped with a baseball bat. After him I was sure that I could take a Champaign bottle up my snatch without any problem at all.Once he got that huge head inside me he kept thrusting and thrusting. He almost pushed me off the desk. I just wasn’t strong enough to hold on under his assault. Finally I had him pull it out so that I could turn around and lean across my desk. At least that way my legs would hit against the desk. “You stay where you are in the dirt where you belong. You, out of the car," he said directing himself to Cindy.Cindy's legs were wobbling. She could hardly bring herself to crawl out of the car. Terror and dread filled her entire body and made her feel weak and heavy at the same time. Slowly she managed, nearly falling on her face.The man laughed at her plight as she wobbled drunkenly and leaned against the car. "Careful now, I wouldn't want you falling and hurting that pretty face," he said. "Elise was meeting up with a friend so we dropped her off in town on the way to the airport. Jess and Jonathan were going up to their new university town to start hunting for somewhere to live. "Listen," I said just as they were to go through security. "Don't rent a shitty place. Buy something. The market is rock-bottom and you will be there for at least five years - and forever if the tenure track comes good. But even after five years, I'm sure these strange times will have ended if you want.