You're a regualar card, you know that?" Jake of hearts, my dear, the Jake of hearts. Ha ha! That's me all right!"While Jane had some reservations abou...t the whole iffy afffair, she had to admit to herself that she was in a box. Up the old creek without a paddle. Between a rock and a hard place. And, being in jail, even for one night, for being a vagrant, well, ugh to that shit. Thus, she accompanied Jake out to his black Mercedes and, in less than twenty minutes later, she was seated in the. While she gripped the base of his glistening organ, I switched on the vibrator gently stimulating its rubbery glans that looked like a shimmering wild mushroom eliciting his moans of pleasure. Switching to high-speed, I teased its most sensitive frenulum - the umbrella-like lip and patch of skin under the tumescent glans-head - until he ejaculated ropes of warm sperm in an arc coating both our experienced hands. My sorority sister and I impulsively and tenderly kissed his still-erect bulbous. Her father had sworn at her! Used the "F" word twice! He had never done that before! Had she hurt him that badly? As the ticket lady reached her, she watched the VW spin out toward the exit, spraying gravel as it went, accelerating all the way through the main gate... right into the side of the huge green semi, uselessly blaring it's air horns and unable to stop!July 3, 1968,10:16am:Russ Lawrence, or whoever "she" was, died almost instantly, without pain.July 3, 1968, 12:16pm (Central Standard. ‘Callie!’ A voice clamored through my dream as the toga clad Nolan disappeared. I woke up back in the real world. No white horses, no Nolan, just that incessant ringing. A pillow aimed straight at my head, ‘Callie, wake the fuck up!’ It was Jeff. Always Jeff. ‘Your phone’s been ringing for a half an hour. It’s three-thirty, get your ass out of bed!’ Let’s see him walk a day in my shoes! I merged my body onto the floor and stood up. Everything went fuzzy. Something was still ringing. ‘Get.