" What? What happened?" I asked."She had been dating a biker and when he found out she went on a cruise with another man he blew his stack. He slapped... her till she gave Tony and Carl's name to him. He also asked where they worked." Is Pia alright?" Yes she was bruised but it's healed now. Tony didn't fare so well. The biker, Zack, parked in the parking garage and when Tony went to get in his car he got beaten up pretty badly. He was in the hospital for two weeks. His face was battered, three. The results are the same, only this time your hips press down with much more enthusiasm and lurch upward with much less conviction. Ecstatic with my progress, I move a single finger to sit lightly against your rose, waiting….wanting you to make the first move. Without hesitation or obvious thought, you press against my finger and open for my invasion. As I watch the digit disappear inside you, I am overcome with the need to fuck you and I struggle to maintain control. I am able to slide my. You are a bright light in what would have been a very somber week. You see, this time period had been special to my wife and I. What was special became bleak and sad after her death. Thank you for being here.’ I don’t know what made me do it, but I took her hand and kissed it (since it was the only part of her that was in kissing range). She broke down in tears. I cleaned myself, flushed the toilet, took her in my arms and simply held her while she cried. I wasn’t sure if it was due to true. He nodded at her."Somebody said he had a gun, the boy." Yes, think so, but nobody got hurt. Just some broken glass. Know any muckrakers?"She nodded, blinking. "There was a woman, Ida something." Right, Ida Tarbell, magazine writer mainly, she said that with imagination, anything was possible, something like that. That's a neat idea. Imagination. What did she do; whom did she write about? Charlie?" Standard Oil, Rockefeller." The bright boy stayed slumped down in his seat, pretending.