"She was expecting an argument ... she didn't get one. Ed had looked down the bore of a twelve gauge pump ... and discovered that he loved Persephone ...untly far too much to make her a widow. He'd already quit. Not given notice ... quit. He called the head office before he called the cops.After he called the cops he called the unemployment office ... Extenuating circumstances ... Sure he could draw. He laughed all the way home ... it might be aftershock ... he was pretty terrified.So, he. If it wasn’t for the NHS working-hours-threshold, I would only do private work. Not very public spirited I agree, but hey, this was about me!I had thought about my Little Girl all throughout the session. Her face, her body ... breasts, ass, cunt, nose, eyes, hair ... I wanted it all for myself!Would she want Red to come with her again? I hoped so, because whilst the slut was my obsession, her flame-haired friend was a true beauty. A canvas of decorated flesh designed only for pleasure. Was my. She had begun tanning on Saturday morning and had daily standing appointments for the next three months. Even with the brief time she had until her next tryst with Jamal, Marcy was using a deep tanning, dark bronzing lotion and tanning the maximum amount of time possible without burning and, as a result, her skin was already several shades darker than before. As time would pass she would take on a deep brown tan that while not rivaling the rich chocolate color of Coleen, would nevertheless turn. "The prophecy sure was right about .. . making me cry!" And then she did cry: big sobs that shook her bodyfrom crown to toe. "Oh my God!" she wailed, "I miss my panties!You can't imagine how it feels . . . for a fay-girl to lose her panties!" Coyotejust waited. When she'd won back some of her composure, she spoke again: "I'd liketo know . . . why you got me." "What do you mean?" "Why go so far from your territory? Why go all the way north to LukkaLand? Why are my panties down and not someone.