She grabbed hold of his hips and pushed the long plastic toy deep into his ass. He yelled, as she just leant over him, pushing her soft breasts agains...t his back.“Shush, baby, I’ll go easy on you.”She obviously had no such plans, as she started to slam her “cock” into his ass. He knew it was a strap-on by the way she was fucking him, and it made him slightly ashamed to be used the way he was. She reached under his body and grabbed hold of his cock. As she fucked him, she jerked him off. He knew. [Sept 21, 2008 2:30 AM Journal Entry: Again I dreamt about Ruby being murdered. We were at the homecoming game, and I couldn’t find her. Then a week later her body was found, mutilated and naked by the Sash River, ten miles outside of town. Only a small strand of her hair could be found under her nails. Then suddenly I saw flashes of her being brutalized, I couldn’t do anything, I screamed for her, I tried to stop the killer, but I couldn’t do anything. It has been so long since I’ve dreamt. Susan and Mary stayed in the lookout point to provide covering fire if Bill and Jimmy had to run for it.Bill smiled to himself at the sight of Mary touching Jimmy's arm and telling him to be careful. Jimmy's chest had puffed out and he stood a little straighter but he didn't say anything. He only nodded and patted her hand on his arm before getting on the quad behind Bill.Bill slowly drove passed the first vehicle that had crashed and flipped. He slowed farther when he came to the second rifle. Nelson Mandelaticked a few boxes, but his brand was thought to be contaminated by 'OnlyFools and Horses' and overuse. My suggestion was 'Myra Hindley Lounge'.Fortunately, submissions were anonymous, because I realised immediatelyafter I posted it in the Suggestions box, that I really meant MyraBreckenridge, the TG heroine in Gore Vidal's eponymous novel, but theManagement were equally likely to make the same mistake because they knowdiddly-squat about anything. I felt stupid, but relieved, as.