*I* am not a nice person. If you've read thestories--embellished and slanted though they usually are--then you must knowthe kinds of things I do to pe...ople." I know, and even if the worst of the stories were true, I'd still be here,"Kevin reached into his pocket and pulled out a large roll of bills."According to everything I've read, you charge what people have in theirpockets. Before...before the change, we'd been saving up for in vitrofertilization. I have it all here, a little over $25,000.. We have a maid who comes in everyday who does most of the housework. About a year ago her hormones suddenly kicked in and the urge to have another baby grew and grew till it became almost an obsession. She was only thirty seven so there was no problem about conceiving. When she talked to my father about having another baby he kept putting her off, keeping her dangling by using excuses about his workload and other spurious reasons. That is when they started growing apart. She still hoped to. Harris told me to stay right where I was and went into a bathroom that was in the basement. He emerged a minute later and set a jar of Vaseline on the workbench. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was next. Mr. Harris lubed up his fingers inserted one up my butt working it in and out. Then he inserted a second finger, followed by a third. By this time I'd stopped crying and started moaning, the sensation was so intense. He said to me, "I'm giving serious consideration to fucking. “Oh whatever you’re such a puss!” she said shaking her head and rolling her eyes. “Oh fuck you bitch!” I said playfully. She smiled really big just before she howled at my neighbor like a construction worker. He turned around immediately to see were the noise was coming from. He waved back at us smiling before turning back to his destination. I held up my hand and waved back awkwardly as my friend clasped her hands over her mouth and giggled to herself. “Will you knock that shit off. He’s.