Tiny counted and told his men "Looks like we got a mom and five kids. Spread out and stay hid". He told Barb "Stay here and yell hello to your friend ...nd get her in here. And I know what you're thinking cunt. You're gonna warn them all." He showed Barb his gun. "This is a silencer and I can take out you and the rest of those fools in seconds. So stay healthy and get her in here." Barb shook her head and opened the door a bit and yelled out "Hey Louise! I'm here. Come inside OK?" Her friend got. “Maybe you should try it out on me first and I’ll score you out of 10” “Well okay then, how about, Mr Collins, would you allow me to look at your collection?” “Hmmm, that’s maybe 5 out of 10, a bit stiff and formal.” She looked at me, tilted her head to one side slightly and then gave me the big eyes and fluttering eyelashes, then with a wicked smile said. “Oh Mr. Collins, would you, please take me upstairs and show me your etchings?” I very nearly choked on my sandwich as I burst out laughing.. "If you will study, if you will learn, there is a thing we do later, at commencement. It is opera, Lucia di Lammer­moor. Do you know it?" I shook my head no. "Never mind. We have wonderful soprano, it is for her we do this one. We have tenor, not so good but OK. We even have bass. We have others. But we need baritone, strong like you. Will you consider?"I was frankly flabbergasted. But he was serious, and he wasn't going to charge me extra—well, not much extra—for lessons, I was still bored, so. I had not gotten to see it since the other night when I had watched him touch himself while he thought about me. Slowly he climbed in behind me and that cock I had pictured many times over rested against my back as I leaned into him. “So what were you doing?” He asked me, kissing me on the top of my head. I could feel my face flush, thinking about him watching me touch myself as I thought about him. It made me feel dirty in the best sort of ways. “I was ..” I could not finish my sentence. I.