Soon, they passed the local high school. Some bitchy cheerleaders were practicing, and they were pretty hot. Roberto could see their panties when they... jumped and this made him stiff as a solid 4130 cromoly rod. The captain of the team was the hottest and also the bitchiest, rudest, and most deserving of ill fate, so Roberto tranqued her and dragger her into the car. Then Gay took out her crowbar and bashed the shit out of all the other cheerleaders. Bones were cracking, blood pouring. Well, this is what you needed. You began to walk over to the passenger door and leaned in so that you could say hello and what sort of help these people could offer you. You moved to the side of the car, now able to make out the face behind the glass turn to follow you, there was only a single person in the car. Leaning into the open window, you took your first look at the man who'd stopped to help you out, quickly assessing him in a single glance, "tall, long brown hair and eyes, but a. In three hours, I had used more paint than on any other canvas before. I was not just painting; I was sculpting with oils. The result was Desperate Love.I suspended it in a new crate by simple expedient of nailing the frame to the crate and allowing a space between the wet paint and the top of the crate. I set it in the corner of the studio with the address of the vault stenciled on it.Racquetball season was in full swing. Everything would heat up in March with racquetball every weekend. We. The sheer intensity of it rocks you loose from bonds of the flesh, and then you're floating free, part of something much greater than yourself. It's been like that for me at times. Not often enough, though."Quite a glib explanation, Mick thought. If that didn't get Jimmy Boy curious, nothing would. Not that it would make any difference to our friendship... but, man, he sure does have a nice ass.Jimmy ordered a small butt plug from a mail-order sextoy shop recommended by Mick. When the package.