If it involved Hansen, it would be something big and it would be something disruptive. Like always. ‘Thank you,’ he said to the man standing outsi...e the car. ‘We need to get them both. I need Hansen alive. He has contacts with all the dissident groups and he knows where they meet. We do not believe he has a great deal of loyalty to them. We have to get him. Maybe he will deal.’ ‘Sir,’ said the other man. ‘Deal? Hansen has never dealt before.’ ‘We can bargain with him,’ said the silver haired. She said I tasted like syrup all sweet and gooey." I bet you're sweet and gooey all over, darling." a finger slipped up inside her wetness and she groaned in my ear."Ooh daddy, that's really nice," her hand moved a little bit faster as she began masturbating me, "Put another finger in."I did and she moaned again."Sandra did that as well." Tell me darling, tell me everything you did together." We got into the head to toe position, daddy, so we could lick each other, it was lovely."I began moving. Itwas his art that she loved not the man who crafted it. She loved hiswork deeply and overwhelmingly so and it seemed no matter what he didshe always would.Quentin was a sand sculptor. He had a particular genius for working withwet sand that when he took his hand away the finished product would makeyou weep over what he had just done. He had won a slew of state andnational competitions and other artists; photographers mostly, hadsought to use their medium to preserve the transient nature of. She wasn’t dressed provocatively, and while she had fairly big breasts she wasn’t strikingly pretty – just ‘normal.’ The fact that she was Black while I was White went unremarked. The clerk was pretty laid back, and didn’t bat an eye when I asked him for some tokens for the video booths. After looking at the magazines for another minute, we went into the video arcade and selected a booth. Like most of the booths in this place, ours had a gloryhole in one wall. I had come here occasionally in.