"Do you want to fuck me?" she offers."Just rub my nipples whilst I wank myself off."She twists into my body and brings her fat moley arms across my ch...st. I grab hold of my cock and start rubbing it. She briefly snogs me and then pulls back a little. As I become more turned on I become aware of the pungent cocktail of her body odours - her bad breath, the fishiness of her cunt and perhaps a trace of stale urine from her unchanged and holey knickers. Her over-large tits hang over me and I notice. ”Autry said, “Can’t get everything right, every time.”Autry was a tough man, had to be in his job. But he had an internal kindness, a way of not blaming the people on his side of the law.Adams shook his head, “Should have caught the broken ribs.”One morning, on impulse as he was coming off his rounds, I invited Big Elk to join us for a hotel breakfast.“Sure.”He was just as talkative, just as friendly, in front of the Gilmore Girls, the Robinsons, Miss Melanie. Seemed completely at ease, smiling. Boadie looked around the room, which was sparsely furnished, his attention focusing on a large stone box in its centre. The object appeared to be set in the floor, was roughly eight feet in length, waist high, and a couple of arm's lengths wide."Kind of breaks up the space, don't it?" he grinned at Brent. "Like a big fuckin' table or something." An altar. A crypt or something," added the guitar player."You must still be fucked up, dude. What would make you say that?"Brent shrugged off the. "Janice, how could you be so rotten?" Asked Kate.I walk over and get the manilla envelope and say, "Look on the bright side, I have something for you."She looks at the name on the envelope and says, "Edward Baskins, Attorney at Law. What is this, Ray? A divorce?" That's right, Janice, a year and three quarters too late but it's here, at last, thank God." So where am I supposed to go now? I'm broke." That is so not my problem anymore, Janice. After the two freaking lousy years with your BS. Do.