Not a fear night. Pure work. Night was scary enough without me helping it along. Felt like it was gonna rain, never did. Storm working up the courage ...o storm. Happens now and again. Saw the whore, again. Whore didn’t see me. Told her last week, not here. Probably stopped for a few days. Look in her eye, she was scared. Money is money, though. Fear doesn’t pay the pimp. Fear doesn’t buy the drugs. Bruise on her chin–four or five days old. Tried to cover up the yellowing with make-up. Didn’t. “Off me,” she hissed, pushing him onto his back. He lay there believing this to be recovery time, which, he definitely needed.But what was this? She was leaning over him and she was fondling his limp, dripping member, so flaccid it might have been a roll of wet paper. Jesus, he caught the weird glint in her eye as she opened her mouth wide, those luscious lips and taunting tongue were about to engulf his rancid cock.“DO YOU REMEMBER LOVE?”That seemed to be close to his ear. But Craig was in a. The woman's eyes were staring right back at her, smiling mischievously as Misty noticed something that she hadn't before.The trainer's eyes widened as she backed away from the portrait, only then seeing how it seemed to age slowly as she watched. Misty then hazarded a glance at the other pictures, finding Miranda's almost instantly and suddenly seeing her lover as a very old woman."What is this?!" she demanded, turning to where her guide had been, only to find that it had vanished from sight. Mickey smiled. No doubt, that had been the best sexual encounter of his life, more incredible the fact it had taken a 18 year old to make it happen for him. Amy clambered off the bed and picked up the wipes, throwing the pack to him. He readjusted his foreskin, wincing as he did so, then used a wipe to clean himself. He rolled off the bed and dressed himself, turning back to see a still naked Amy switching on her TV."Cool," she said, flicking to a music channel. "This is awesome." It hit him.