She timidly walked into the dark apartment, followed by the man and the door slammed shut behind them locking them in darkness.Danielle felt his his p...esence behind her even before his breath hit her neck, she was both terrified and exhilarated as his hands curled around her body moving up from her hips until they reached the curve of her breasts, he cupped them as he kissed her neck, his fingers dancing over her nipples and a wave of pleasure swept through her again, it was only now she. "I'm not really pregnant, moron. Remember? I took a big swig and sawshiny red lip prints on the edge of the can. My matching long red nailswrapped around the can reminded me of my predicament. I waddled back to the living room and flopped down on the couch, kickingoff my shoes. Brad sat on the ottoman and grabbed my foot. He startedrubbing it. It felt good. My feet hurt from the high heels. I lookeddown and saw my painted nails showing though my stockings. I tookanother long draw from my beer.. . the dick is not real ... long before any conscious part of her realized it. And the bunny’s expression, now that she really takes a good look, is almost like many of the men she has fucked right before they orgasm. She snorts and laughs, bending over to pick the toy up. The pendant around her neck sways and glows faintly. His fur is cool and soft in her hand. She is reminded of how she used to cuddle her face against him and inhale the smell of the butterscotch.He dangles from her grip, feet. "Come on, are you not pissed the whole Metro Police department is a bunch of corrupt, lackey goons, who get rich sucking taxpayer money. Look at those two Nazis who attacked you."They were a statistical outlier." I saidDan looked confused. "A what?" Statistical outlier. Every large organization, public, private or religious has 11% of its workforce that are its stars and account for most of the revenue and growth. 86% do what is needed, when it is needed, no more no less. Of the remaining 3%.