And the car jumps about four feet in the air, there's dust and small bits of rubble landing all over, and this huge ball bearing in a semi crater stea...ming and smoking around its circumference. Silence rains, stunned silence. And then the two Russians are off, pants half pulled up, rapidly shrinking cocks disappearing with them into the distance - ha, no wonder communism failed. My girlfriend watched them run away made a disappointed groan. I can't believe it. A fucking flying saucer - ball. “What is gonna happen to me now?" In my panic, before I realized what I was saying, I begged him not to turn me into the Dean. I would be thrown out for sure. “I will do anything, anything you ask,” I blustered, fighting back tears.He looked down at me, an expression on his face I’d never seen before. He glanced up and down my body as if he could see through my clothes. It made me uncomfortable but what was I to do, or say?Finally he spoke. "Anything?" he asked. “You’d do anything?”I couldn’t. He wants to represent me. He thinks I need someone to ... he thinks I could make records. But I don't think we have that kind of money." Rebecca had a decided twinkle in her eye as she spoke."Oh no? I have a few dollars. And you know that I like you a lot. How much money does Mr. Carroll need to make this recording?" Well, we would need real musicians. Mr. Carroll says it would cost $30,000 for a couple of songs. Then Mr. Carroll could take it to a record company, and he only gets 34% of future. You would just - err - stir the pot!"Sam's slim fingers dialed Greg's number. The idea went over like a lead balloon, but after a lot of cooing from his bride to be, he reluctantly agreed.Laura went home to her humble apartment. She could afford no better because she worked as a make-up artist for the local mortician - her father could not afford college for her - thanks to those rotten Jones'!Everyone that saw Laura during her trip back to the apartment noticed her big shit eating grin, and.