The first fight on the second disc came on screen."Clementine v Olga" said the voice over.Estella might have been electrocuted, so suddenly did she je...rk to attention.The fighters appeared and the fight started. It was Clemmy alright. She still had the scar over the eye and the broken nose, both courtesy of Rashumba, plus a good few more scars on her once prefect features. Despite her battered appearance she was lovely to look at. But this was not the old Clemmy. This Clemmy was a venomous. ‘Speaking strictly hypothetically, we’d shag, you’d get pregnant and that’s it?’ I asked. She turned her head to look at me with that shame in her eyes. ‘It might not be a one-time thing.’ I was lucky not to have diet coke in my mouth this time. ‘What? You think you’d fall for me, we’d marry and be happy ever after?’ ‘No, silly,’ Sam said in a tone as if I had just claimed the world was flat. ‘I might not get pregnant from a single shag, it could take a few tries. Plus, studies show that. You promised you could give me a quickie before he gets here,” she whined. One of her hands was cupping her pussy as though she expected it to be dripping on the floor, and having had my face in it a few minutes ago I knew that might actually be possible. I grabbed her by the waist and tossed her up, sitting her on the washer lid. I pulled her ass forward to the edge of the washer and stepped between her legs. The apartment was furnished with appliances that included a washer and dryer three. He was right, so when we all got settled, I asked our two flying instructors, Hank and Vince, if they had seen enough to come to a decision?"It's a complete madhouse here," Hank almost sputtered; everyone else laughed, including me. "Well, I mean your Jennie wants me to fly a charter in The Junction's B200 for her, and one of the instructors out at Lacy already has Vince fully booked giving lessons well into next week." Yes, it is a madhouse, and we're all going nuts," I told him, "So what's.