They say that the humble fly comes to the spider and the beetles to the lizard and dear Jesus, I'd hoped and never doubted, not even once.All this tim..., and now ... she'd come to me!That's why Christine had seemed so familiar; the reason that from the very beginning I'd imagined her acquaintance!She drew back from me when I dropped her. She fell to the ground - collapsing and coughing and spluttering and clutching her neck.There were rows of pearls and pins fixing her hair, and a broach upon. As always...but so much more soo on this beautiful Saturday afternoon...I cruised the park I often hit when I am on the prowl.I drove all the way around the park...just checking out what was happening where. There were a few cars parked in a corner of the park, that guys that liked to go out into the woods frequented. I drove by them looking for someone still in their car giving the "look" and there were a few but not really for my liking. I continued on around the main part of the park, and. This thing stopped just past her cunt, showing him most of Jackie’s long beautifully shaped legs. We gotta tell ya! If this was a slip, it wasn't the kind of slip his mother usually wore. And he never remembered his mother wearing the kind of stockings this Jackie had on. They had straps coming out of the slip that sure made her gorgeous legs look very sexy.“Do . . . do you wanna use the . . . the b-b-b-bathroom?” he asked the blonde who had no other reason to come up the stairs from her. Um ... interesting shop.”“Yes, I did work hard to collect all these things,” the man says. “It took many years.”Trent looks the man up and down. He can tell that it took many years—the man looks ancient! “Have you been in business long?” he asks, feeling a little backed into a corner. He doesn’t know why, but the situation just feels ... strange.“Not in business, no,” the man answers. “I have collecting for a very long time though. This is a culmination of my life.”“Then you have certainly seen.