Rosalind was not the most beautiful girl in the bumper crop of juicy cunts, but she had this mystery around her stunning body that sucked one in with ...a finality that was more like prison bars and handcuffs than a bed of roses with a handy jar of lubricant to make things go smoothly.In all honesty, with Rosalind, lubrication was never a problem because that girl could whip up a firestorm of natural female juices just by rubbing her legs together. I gave her the nickname of “Cricket” because once. She was wearing a white waist length top and white shorts that looked like they were painted on her. Her long black hair was combed straight and she wasn’t wearing it in a pony tail today. It came to the bottoms of her shorts, right where the crease of her butt was showing.I saw them both hand her a wad of bills as she tried to protest. Then laughing with her head down, she let them stuff her tight pockets full of money.She walked ahead of Meghan, proud, straight and tall, as we entered the. She took a deep breath and thought back to her last memory. The last thing she remembered was walking. It must have been home from school because she remembered wearing her school uniform. It was the last month of her senior year of high school and the weather was perfect for walking. Margaret was a very good student and had been since kindergarten. It didn’t make her overwhelmingly popular with the other students, especially the boys. It had gotten worse as she had gotten older. Boys. I then pinned the account sheet that I had printed out from the disk, and that I had signed ‘the Avenger’ onto his chest. I fired a shot into the floor beside his head, I then crossed to the telephone and dialed 911. When the 911 operator answered I said quickly that I was walking close by this house and heard a shot. I gave the address and left. He was stirring and the look in his eyes spoke of the fear that he was now feeling. A siren wailed in the distance as I drove away. ** * Guido was on.