I decided to lay there for a while and get completely awake before I got up and started into what I had to do that evening.Les: Well, at least he's de...cisive. He's deciding things every three seconds here.Falling: Decisively indecisive... only half pissed off? That's called ANNOYED... pissed is sort of like pregnant- you either are, you're in the process of getting there, or you AREN'T!I lit up a cigarrette and listened to the bullshit in the front room.Les: Geesh, does he kiss his mother with. Tuesday morning the phone woke me up. I reached for it, knocking my alarm clock off the nightstand. ‘Star! Star! They’re dead! Professor Jones is dead!’ Instantly awake I began to shiver. ‘What!?’ ‘Their plane. It went into the World Trade Center. It’s on the news. Turn on the TV.’ I jumped out of bed and ran into the living room not even taking time to grab a robe to cover my nude body. I turned on the TV and sat in shock trembling, shivering. I watched as the second plane hit. The smoke, the. I began to stroke my cock, to encourage additional turgid appearance and length. Donna's mouth dropped, and she shouted "Oh, My God! I asked my husband (deceased) to do that for our entire marriage. He refused. That is so beautiful!" My response was, "Donna, it was spontaneous - strictly because of you and your stunning appearance! Now, since you love seeing me stroke my cock, I ask you to finger your cunt! Your lovely, moist, hairy cunt!" "Really? You want me to do that? I love to masturbate,. One more piece of clothing, it was Garret’s shirt. I figured they had stripped him and left him somewhere in the house. I searched his room, the bathroom and the kitchen. We had a small apartment and not to many places to hide a body. It was a mystery that had me fully awake and alert. I was on the hunt for any mistakes they had made, overlooked clues that would indicate what happened. Alas, I found it, the dead bolt on the door was unlocked. Garret never left that unlocked if I was home. Such.