Where the fuck did the bartender go? Jim wondered as he quickly looked around and saw no one that even remotely looked like an employee, let alone Mat...t, the usual bartender on duty. He was getting more provoked by the minute with this situation and wanted to get the fuck outta there. “Mom, we’re going, NOW!” Jim fished in his wallet and threw a couple of twenties on the bar to cover her tab. The customers in the bar watched with intense interest but Jim didn’t give a shit at this point. He was. She shifted slightly in her seat and said: I should have had a pee before I left the pub. You should, I said, you've already had 4 pints, your bladder must be pretty full. Is it much further? she asked. Not far, I replied, which it wasn't, but I suddenly decided to play a little game and turned off onto an indirect route. I wanted to find out how desperate she was. After we had been driving round for a while she said: I thought you said it wasn't far. Well I had to divert round some road. It’s the ugly side of small-town life, made worse by the desperation of the rural poor and shrinking middle class. When the Lawgiver is able to regain this land, all of it, things will be much better, I’m sure of that. And hey, I’m an angel. Would I steer you wrong?” Lavelle spoke with a mix of humor and empathy for the forgotten people of a Balkanized America.“Yeah, it’s rough out there, even in parts of New England and New York, even before the Fireball. I’ve seen things for sure,” Bethany. "What!?!"She screamed at me."Its like a blowin job for girls" I said proudly. "Oh yeah I've seen that too.". She finally laid on her back and I went to town. I was lickin everthing that had to do with the pussy. Finally I hit paydirt "Oh ya" she moaned with delight. I pulled my head up and asked her what I did. "That last placed you licked it felt so good. "So I went back and kept on working it till all of a sudden a musky smell filled my nose and I tasted some funny juices. "Are you peeing" I.