We all chip in for the rake so we makenearly a million each in cash," Lyle grinned."So you and Tina are happy with a million dollars each?" Kurt wassc...eptical."Look. We put up two million and make back another two mil, that's onehundred precent profit. Where else do I get that return on investmentexcept for selling drugs," Lyle replied."Selling people," Tiffany couldn't help herself."Tiff! Really!" Tina admonished her."Sorry, sorry. Dumb thing to say," Tiffany apologised.Introductions had. She hadn’t been aware of what Jon was doing in the bathroom. She had no idea that just behind her, her son sat with a pile of her piss on his face.She had be presently fighting back waves of nasty thought. Of wondering if her son could tell that she semi by accident, semi maybe by sheer wicked desire had just shot hot jets of yellow piss toward her son. Jennifer wondered if Jon had essentially caught her slipping into a hidden dark fantasy of hers. She was reeling with this surge of kinky. Mostly I drifted through the endless days in a sortof stupor, induced by the back-breaking drudgery and boredom of the routinethey imposed on me, in which days - perhaps even weeks - went by without anythingto make me note their dreary passage. It was bitterly cold in my pen, and I was lying on my side, curled up as bestI could to preserve my body-heat which had warmed the damp, filthy straw beneathme. Its smell was the first thing I noticed, but I was used to it after allthis time, and with. She took a few moments getting used to it, but realized that with an automatic transmission, which she wasn't sure she liked, it would not be any trick to drive.The McMahon house was on a gravel road out in the country north of town, and it was about five miles to town. There was no one on the gravel part, of course, and the state road was fairly busy but nothing she felt she couldn't handle. As it happened, she soon caught up with a big motor home running under the speed limit, so she just.