"It was almost like a cartoon. I could see the thoughts pass across your face."'Does she really expect me to do this? How much time will I have to put...in a day? Would she really call off the wedding if I don't? Am I willing to risk that? No."'Can I argue terms? Is she really being unreasonable? Maybe I should look at this as a gesture of love rather than an assertion of control. If I let her get away with this, am I going to be giving in for the rest of our lives?"'What makes her think she has. I mean, I might tear her clothes off, I might even beat her,but not rape. And most certainly I wouldn't leave her to die. Hey, I maybe a bad boy and cruel, but even I have my limits.Meshinger asked, "Any way to prove that Walter?" he said my name like aninsult.I calmed myself and coldly said, "This happened yesterday, right?" Asthey nodded, I continued, "Well yesterday I was in detention for makingtrouble in Ms. Porris's class. You can check that."Detective Davies said, "We will, but we are. That was not a good sign, though it WAS spectacular. Sure enough, my engine had quit. I checked the radio and GPS and they were dead, too. My headlights still worked, though the dash and interior lights were out.Just great! I cranked the engine and nothing happened, as I suspected by the lack of any status lights on the dash. The engine computer had been deep fried. Or, more like, 'nuked'.Now I wished I'd driven my old F-350 diesel, but I was only down there to look at a dairy operation to buy. He jammed his hairy face against her pussy, searching for her juicy slit with long, upward sweeps of his extended tongue."Oh, God, it hurts!" Micki gurgled as she felt her pussymeat being scraped raw by the animal's tongue.Suddenly, Midnight thrust the full length of his tongue up into her cunthole."Yes, Midnight, fuck me with your tongue again!" the teenager groaned as all pain left her crotch. She felt only a deep bestial pleasure.Midnight snorted, as if pleased with her reaction. He ran his.