I just don't get these fucking yokels sometimes. Did they think the founding fathers had drag races down the middle of the fucking street?At any rate,... it looked kind of cool. If things were normal and I wasn't working, I'd have probably wanted to steal a car and get in on it. I looked over all of the cars to see if I could predict who'd win each race and also who I thought might win the whole thing. It was a tough decision because there were so many great cars. Who'd a thunk they had this many. You also remark a small dagger tucked away in a loose belt strapped around her waist. Danger noted, you let yourself gaze lustily over her body. Her auburn locks flow freely in the breeze and the tight leather padding that covers her from your gaze only accentuates the curves of her bust. Tanned skin peeks through in certain places the armour does not cover and chestnut eyes unknowingly hold your gaze for a moment before flicking back and forth across the empty courtyard.The second bounty. M-Master,” croaked Julia. Her abasement was complete. Every fibre, every nerve, had been concentrated on forcing herself to give herself utterly to this vile monster... and now this! This!Quentin Osman picked up the bedside telephone. He was enjoying himself no end. “Put me through to Madame Vesta,” he said... seeing Julia tremble again.“Yes, Sir...”There was a click, and Vesta came on the line, brisk as ever.“Hallo Quentin. Having trouble?”“Oh no,” purred Quentin. “She’s being as good as. She filled him in on the rest of Beth’s offer for the following summer and they talked about some of the things they wished they’d had the chance to do but hadn’t. The miles flew past and before they knew it they were exiting the highway. Phil didn’t tempt fate by staying at the same place where he’d run into Courtney Hollings seven weeks earlier. Instead they stayed at a little bed and breakfast only a few blocks from the lawyer’s office where they would sign the relevant documents and.