The delivery man, from DHL in his fetching uniform,was stood 2 metres back and the parcel was on the front mat."Hi love, parcel for Alison Wells. No n...ed to sign." FLASH! He'd taken apicture. Larry looked a bit shocked. "Proof of delivery darling, sorry ifI startled you, it's the new policy I'm sure you understand. I'm going tohave quite a gallery of young ladies when I've finished my round today."Larry smiled weakly and realised he'd have to step outside to pick up theparcel. And do this in as. Only one white one, she steps closer to it and kinda rubs her finger down it. The dick reacts to her touch and she pulls her hand back from it. The man makes it move around again, Alyssa puts her hand around it slowly, she cant even wrap her tiny hand around it. She starts to stroke it slowly. She doesnt know why but she attempts to talk dirty. Yeah….you want this right? She says with a shaky voice. All she hears is grunts of approval on the other side, she continues to stroke him now but. The illusion of grace and power was somewhat marred as he watched her flop down onto her pile, rolling in it like a giant dog playing in the grass. Her serpentine body wound back and forth, her wings splayed out wide, her four limbs waving in the air. The pile of gold began to collapse on the near-side, like an avalanche cascading down the face of a mountain, unearthing more treasures as it went. After a few moments of this, she righted herself, the cave floor trembling as she landed back on. To my mama and my sisters.’ Answered the man in black. ‘He was a preacher man. He was supposed to hold us together. Instead he tore us apart. The church stood behind him, like scared sheep.’ The man in black didn’t realize it, but his accent had taken on an exaggerated drawl, much as it did when he was angry. ‘I cah’nt seem to f’get hah much I hate m’ah father.’ The preacher man sat silently, listening. The man in black expected this to happen. In fact, he had planned on it. Several more.