A few blows later Ryan was battered but was incontrol now holding the gun."Brian Go Home....NOW!" Brian who had watched the whole ordeal took afew ste...ps and when the other man tried to pull out a knife and Ryanpulled the trigger. It was enough for him to run just knowing that thereason his brains where on the wall behind him was all his fault.Ryan however went into shock, He had killed a man. And he knew thepolice had followed him. Hell they were probably watching right now sohe did what he. I decided to make myself a cuppa, as I went into thekitchen, I put on my Old school blazer, which was a little smaller, andsprayed myself with some of my mum's perfume.As I was making myself a cuppa, I was oblivious to the world around me(Which was to be my undoing - But more of that later)Kelli (Was my favourite girls name at school) then had another one of herbright ideas, she wanted to explore the outside world. I grabbed one ofmy mum's hand bags which looked like a little rucksack, and into. Then I stop without warning; just as you were about to cum. You experience mixed emotions of relief and frustration at the same time. I pass my next instructions as I withdraw my hand from under your dress, "Go to the loo and take off your thong."I suck my fingers, enjoying your aroused aroma and taste, as you make your way self-consciously to the door marked 'Ladies' at the far end of the pub... trying to avoided eye contact with anyone; your cheeks flushed - your mind wondering if anyone has. "I hear the work's tough lately." Tough? These fellows don't know what tough is", said an older mechanic, sitting by me. "I could tell you stories..." Tough enough for me", I interrupted. "Must be nice not to have to break your pretty hands on the job and to come make light of us hard-working men while we have a pint, eh?" I couldn't hide my hostility."Peace", he said. He showed me his hands, and they were the hands of a real working class man. Scarred, rough, but nimble and clever, made to.