”The woman snatched the box from Roxie’s hand.“How do you think they got the idea to have a Candidate’s Night?” Roxie asked.The large woman ...ook a step closer to Roxie. She swung her head backwards toward the door.“I’m not supposed to say anything,” she said in a lowered voice.“Who would I tell?” Roxie assured her.The woman took a deep breath and hesitated. Roxie put her hand on one of the donut boxes the woman had stacked in her arms.“A guy came here one day. He said Jack Ross sent him. He. His heart thumped in his ears. Hishigher pitched, feminine voice never slipped. This was as much his voiceas his own now. "A someone just like you! I set out to prove that anyonecould be like you, that anyone could steal your light from you!" Artcould feel his face growing red, his voice getting louder. If the musichadn't been so loud itself, and this argument not happening behind twolocked doors and up a flight of stairs, someone might have been alerted.As it was, they were all alone."Holy. I tried for about a half-hour, but my sexual hunger and my wife's presence next to me would not allow sleep. I thought of going to the bathroom and jerking off knowing that would quench the need enough to get to sleep. Trouble was, I didn't just want to cum, I wanted sex. I wanted to make her cum as well. I carefully slipped off my Jockeys, which is the most I ever sleep in.Her back was to me and her arm was draped across her breasts. I placed my hand on her waist and gently slid it down over. He was some sort of scraggly-ass, dirty white boy, wearing a baseball cap turned to the side with obviously fake gold chains around this neck. The piece of shit leaned his head out the window and said, “Hey old dude! Where’s Brit, Bro?”In one smooth move, Ken pulled the POS out the window as far as he could and started to bitch slap the fucker. The boy was yelling and yelping. Ken didn’t stop slapping the shit out of him until he started crying. Once sufficiently abused, Ken grabbed him by the.