I’ll give you a moment to read through those papers. If you have questions, just holler.’ ‘Just read them, didn’t I? Routine 9 seems somewhat ...excessive. Otherwise no questions. Me I like more down to earth rock. Clash, Ramones, Ebba Grön… you know. Do you play an instrument?’ ‘I play the guitar a bit, strictly by myself. I like Clash when they play rock, but they did a lot of crap too. I’m impressed you spotted no. 9 right away, we’ve been griping about it for months. The bosses think that the. .? Chadd! I bet y’all could feel da heat rizen! Did you have to change your rules to accommodate them?", Blitz asked."On the contrary, I didn't have change a fucking thing. Scooby took my side right away." Really? Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle. Why is that?", Blitz asked in disbelief."Look over there and then look at my ceiling", Henry told him as he pointed the spot out.Blitz turned around to look and shouted out: "Holy Father of Chadd! Is that blood and what the hell happened to your roof?!. "Everyone around here says they are a sex fantasy writer." She started, "Can you prove it?"She was smiling with a sort of 'Go ahead, I dare you' kind of look. I thought to myself, how could I prove that I am a sex fantasy writer? This was not as easy as I had hoped.Just then a thought entered my mind. I rummaged through the pockets of my jeans and pulled out a tattered piece of paper."Here." I said as I handed her the paper, "Read this. I can prove I am a sex fantasy writer."She took the paper. I raised my head long enough to tell Susan that I wouldn't be stopping this time, and please-- no screaming... My other hand was still busy with her G spot.. I felt the walls contract hard and steady, and her moment was finally upon her.. Pulling down with both fingertips, I milked the gland, forcing the fluids to spurt from her urethra and squirt past my wrist. She gritted her teeth and pushed down so hard I got a couple of pussy farts from her as her orgasm peaked.. “Nnnoo-- I can't.