" Gordy, phone!" came Weena's voice. I hadn't even heatd it ring.It was Chuck, wanting to make sure that all they had to bring was a sweet. I told him... they could come empty-handed and whenever they wanted. Looking at the kitchen clock I saw it was already just past noon."Weena?" We're upstairs." I forgot. Or did I tell you I told Chuck to bring a sweet?" You didn't tell me. But I guessed you had." 'Bonny Kate' — 'your reasons have been sharp'." That's not fair — two plays." OK. Which should I. He also was full of old stories of the 'old times' but I couldn't really tell what was very different about the times he recounted over the times we were now in. Except for the creatures he described- there were certainly no sudden death dagger-teeth, and no tall as trees shaggy flop eared tuskers, that I ever knew of. For which, I thanked My God, as I had no desire to meet such.The spirit bears were more than enough of a danger to face, armed with arrows and spears. We managed to leave them. I could see his manhood, inside his slacks, twitching to be set free. I could tell by the outline of his member inside his slacks that he was a good length, at least seven inches, and that would suit me just fine. I stopped before I unzipped his slacks. I looked at him and I asked the silent question, "Do you want this?" He framed my face in his hands and kissed me deeply. It seemed an eternity before I felt his hands on the snap of my jeans. He tugged it apart, and the zipper went down,. Naomi had no idea where she was, but it had to be somewhere in Central America. She’d lasted over six years as a sex slave and that was a remarkable record considering all the things she’d been forced to do. The men she had been sold to had immediately hooked her on Meth and it had been better than any physical leash ever devised. She’d never before been a user, but had immediately come to need the feeling it brought, had come to love the quick, crashing physical relief it brought that was.