"I assume that's why you didn't buy the vest. You didn't wantto spend the money." "Yeah. My boyfriend ran in the Hunt a month ago. He said the darts a...ren'tthat bad." Shara laughed. "Did he get hit with one?" "Yeah." "Where?" "In the arm. The left arm." "Good for him. The thing about the darts is that if they hit you in the rightplace it's just pain. Terrible, soul shattering pain, but something that comesand goes. On the other hand, if they hit you in the leg, you can be disabled.Your leg just. " Hey there Jacquie," smiled the woman from down the street. She was older than Jacquie, right around forty and a couple of inches taller. Her red hair hung to her shoulders. Like Jacquie, she was wearing jeans. Her top was brief, two thin straps holding up an abbreviated shirt that made no attempt to cover her midriff."Come on in." Jacquie stepped back and motioned for her friend to enter. As always, she felt a little twinge of something or other in the pit of her stomach at the way Ginger's. You loved Stacy's mom much more than you did with Stacy. And you wanted her.You wanted her bad.Even now, when it was your eighteenth birthday today. All you wished for this birthday was for Stacy's mom to finally accept your feelings and become the love of your life. Now that you were technically considered an adult, Stacy's mom had to start seeing you in a new light. You being underaged shouldn't be an excuse anymore.You know for a fact that she had to at least feel some attraction towards. Then she hung up gave me 1000rupees & told me to walk away. This just added to my insult. I then decided I would not leave untill I screwed her up. She turned her back towards me & lit a cigar. This was the best oppurtunity for me. She was not charming but she had the curves to turn any man mad. She was wearing a formal dress. More like the corperate type. High heels. I figured she was a working woman. She probably had bunked office. Her ass was round and awesome with small but firm breast. As.