.Then another story popped up. An anonymous news article from tomorrow, written in the future tense, saying there’s going to be a dreadful traffic a...ccident. The article didn’t mention ghosts, but I knew the spirits would have something to do with it.The story said that a deliveryman on a motorbike, next to our school, will die in gruesome fashion, be run over by a semitruck.Aghast, I couldn’t read past the opening paragraph and clicked off my phone, popped a handful of pills and drifted. "Sergeant Taylor's one of the good ones, Ben," she judged, causing Taylor to give her a surprised look. "He's seen Her Highness at her best." Ben blinked in his turn, at Sandy's reference to her sometime "Ice Queen" demeanor.A waiter placed drinks on the table, three glasses of amber liquid over ice together with three glasses of water. Ben and Sandy looked at them with surprise – no one had asked them for ID or their age. Taylor grinned at their expressions."Bartender's a friend of mine. This. He didn’t pay me much attention so I walked back to the rear where there are three larger booths with single-bed sized wooden benches. I did notice that all the empty booths were showing gay porn on their screens—not typical of the place.I entered one of the large booths but left the door unlatched and slightly open. Pulling my shorts all the way down, I leaned against the bench and jacked for a few minutes. No one even peaked in, so I pulled my shorts back up and left the booth.Out in the hall. She was a willing wench and ready to follow orders no matter how depraved or nasty to most females either young or old.I watched her grasp the bishop’s dick with both hands and firmly place it in position behind Rebecca’s sphincter using her fingers to create a breach in the defensive muscle that protected my sister’s alleged anal virginity.My sister continued her ruse of pretended reluctance, and she moved her heart shaped bottom in every direction to escape impalement. She slowly reduced her.