Well it wasn't actually hate it was more a healthy dislike. Okay, we're friends of a sort. I mean I'm telling you my story and you're listening to it,... so I can be honest. I'm fucking scared of being out in the ocean. No matter how big the boat is, I'm afraid. In fact if I had to be out in the ocean, I'd rather be in a small boat. There's actually less chance of you drowning in a small boat. You're closer to the water. Since you're going to end up in the water any way, it makes more sense to be. You're a cheeky minx aren't you, you little devil." Tim, what are you talking about? Hurry I've got people waiting, you'll get me in trouble."I looked down at the panties again. Bringing them up to my face, I inhaled once more. Something was wrong."Tim, are you there?"The scent. The musky scent was familiar but slightly different - somehow richer, deeper, stronger, almost offensive in its intensity. This was not Lori's scent."Tim, I've got to go. We'll talk later." I could hear angry muttering. They knew their spiritual deaths were imminent. One by one, the women in black leather gear turned their bodies around quickly on the men to face their cocks, not giving them a chance to slide out from under them, and as one man sobbed, the other man said weakly, "Please don't." The strong woman riding him could feel him trembling beneath her and knew it was not all from fear, though, so she knew she had him. "Place your hands on my hips." She methodically commanded. She was about to say it a. "Blow me." You wish." A look of distaste flitted across his visage, lit by theepilepsy inducing light patterns. An almost inaudible growl escaped hislips.Nick's phone rang. Pausing the game, he answered. "Hello... oh,hey....Really?" A sigh. "Okay, I'll be right there." I've gotta run. Taylor needs help. His computer's fritzing again." That's because you fixed it," Faye quipped. "I still don't understandwhy you don't fix yours." Because it's not broken. Just messed up in a way I.