”“When do you plan to come home next?”“After finals.”“OK. I guess I’ll see you at your ordination.”“Yes. I’m happy you decided to ...be there.”“Because I love you, Mike.”We said ‘goodbye’ and hung up, and then I called Mindy to confirm that I’d be at her house about 5:30pm on Friday.April 21, 1983, McKinley, Ohio“How are we going to handle our lab report for the week after next?” Fran asked on Thursday evening. “You have church every night that week.”“I’d really prefer we did as much as we could. But I need an internet connection to access my study notes, and the resources the lecturers are putting on the Moodle for us.” Without a moment’s hesitation, I acquiesced. How could I deny her anything? “Sure thing Claire. No problem. I’ll bring it round later on today.” Realising I had errands to run, I relented, and offered to fetch it there and then. On my return, and having handed custody of the laptop over to her, without warning she squealed a high pitched giggle. She threw her arms. The two crumpled together and flung everyone off as Yeong stood up on the back and jumped to one of the two rear bikes. He turned his body in mid air and drop kicked a duo to the ground before they could fire their weapons at him. The last two grainy individuals stopped, hopped off and drew their weapons. For all that time Yeong could not hear anything. There was no sound. No crowd. Nothing. The last two bikers were speaking but no words were coming out. Before the rider could shoot Yeong he. She watched with anticipation as she rubbed his shoulders, reaching over and running her fingers and hands all over his chest. She saw how his cock was quivering, wanting to stiffen and lengthen. She watched his balls move in their sack preparing themselves for the release she was going to give him.Slowly, she brought her hands back up to his shoulders and started pressing with her fingers into his flesh, feeling his tight muscles, all the while keeping an eye on his now lengthening cock. She.