What do you want me to wear?”“Something casual and comfortable,” he said. “I’ll come in with you and pick it if you’d like.”Buttoning he... blouse, Diane smiled. “I’d love for you to pick my clothes.” Forty-five minutes later, David parked outside her condo. Following Diane in the front door, he was pleased to see a neat and orderly home. There was nothing special about it, but it did feel very comfortable.Dropping her handbag, Diane waved for David to follow her upstairs. Her bedroom was much. "Well, I'm finally alone with my own thoughts."He rose up, "You wouldn't know it by just looking around, but right now I'm riding in a limousine surrounded-and surrounded is a good term for it-by two friends. 'Friends' in the sense of 'With friends like these...' Each has their own financial reason for wanting to see me married. Not to them, mind you, but to my oldest and best friend, my one and only true friend in the whole of my miserable life."Why is it that we do not rush to marry our best. The widow was masturbating one kid who was cumming on her black dress, his uncle’s smell was now bearable…“Well, let’s go to this depository, is it far from here, it is safe? I am very horny”“Madame, wait here, I’ll speak to the guardian, then I’ll pick you up by my truck” Tony said smiling very excited, an orgy with a woman, young boys, men and dead corpses was his dream since a long time. His cock was hardening.Seven pm. The van stopped near the depository entrance, passengers left the. Twas a soon of golden lairs hooverin’ ‘bove a slate coolered horizon brooshed wit’ swahbs oof grain moose und gerse on lahnd.’ Other than the elimination of the old man’s pronunciation nothing–not one single word–has been altered from the taped conversation recorded five months before his disappearance. This narrative style may read as somewhat verbose but the integrity of his story was of paramount importance. The man claimed he ‘needed’ to set some measure of history straight. This is his.