Just as he was about to fold under the enormous weight of his problem, it struck him! Wayne Simpson, a.k.a Mr. Fix it. Stan had been raised in the pro...ects, and back in the day, he and Fix were homies. Fix was a diminutive fellow about 5’3′ and smallish in stature, ‘small rat’ was a common term used to describe him back then by folks who didn’t know him, those were ‘Famous last words’ for those who thought of Fix in those terms. In spite of his size, Fix was not a man to be trifled with, he had. Hannah: Eeyer. You cheat one.I started at her bra, a white two-hooked 32 B80 padded cotton cupped bra as I unbuttoned the third button. She was well endowed for her small frame.Me: Hee. Admit it la. You also feeling horny now right, and curious also what.Hannah: Shh! I really don't want to go too far le. We've only been together for four months but we're going abit fast. Don't you think so?Me: Come, let's play a game ok?Hannah: What game?Me: Hmm. We'll each take off two more pieces of clothing,. “Doesn’t this mean we don’t have free will?” she asked.Vicky snorted, then lifted her hand and flicked her finger. A needle slammed into my neck and I felt my head start to swim. I sniffled and wiped at my nose, coughing. “Ah ... what?” I mumbled. Then another needle slammed home and I gasped, coughed, and sat back up again, my head clearing. “W-What the fuck, Vicky!?” I exclaimed.“I decided to inject you with a lethal dose of cyanide,” she said, casually. “He didn’t seem to predict it.”“That’s. It never got boring, it was new every night and it always felt amazing. I genuinely started to think life wasn’t going too badly with my brother at hand. But I was wrong. Things started to turn for the worst. I can never forget that feeling when Scott told me he had a boyfriend from school. I was heartbroken, but then I wasn’t surprised. My brother was the fittest guy I’ve seen in my life, and he’s really sweet too. I ended up crying myself to sleep, and Scott seemed disappointed I didn’t want.