He had been waiting for this moment.“Gene, what is it you do?” he asked first. Good, I approved of starting at the clear answers.“I’m a drafts...man. I work for a small engineering consulting firm,” I answered. “I own a large engineering consulting firm,” he countered. “Why drafting?”“I started in pre-med at Acadia, actually.” I looked back. “Out of sheer arrogance. I graduated high school with straight A’s and no work ethic. It was all peacocking. By the end of third year, I had bounced around. She begged him to continue to fuck her. In her frenzy she tried to get hold of his prick and shove it in her cunt, but he avoided her. He raised her and placed her on his left shoulder and carried her to the bed. He then laid her on the bed. She lay back on the bed and looked up at him with hungry eyes. She saw his dick stood out from him now, curving at an angle as if it was nearly pointing to the ceiling. It was at least a good ten to eleven inches long and four inches thick. She lay there on. " You're a journalist?" At least we could have something to talk about. That made me feel much more comfortable.Her mouth pouted a little before she said, "I dabble in all kinds of writing. I have a degree in psychology. Much of my writing is based on studying people." In what way?" Oh, just by observing them, their body language, their levels of confidence. Pure observation."That took away some of my comfort. No doubt she will have already recognised my uneasiness. As though reading my. I wrapped the jacket around my left leg to at least give me some cushion as I dragged along the ground. I looked around and saw no tree branches or wood for splints. Up ahead, I saw a pickup truck that had something sticking out the back. I began to drag myself to it hoping it had something I could use and could reach.I slowly approached the pickup truck. It had wood in the back. I just had to figure out how to reach it. First, I would rest again. I again felt better for resting. At least my.