" "Well I'll see what I can do here," Marcus said. "Maybe we can spin a yarn to their girls." "Give me a call in ten." Sharon said. "I'm as horn...y as hell." "No worries love, see ya." "Bye," Sharon said and slipped her phone back into her bag. The ticket office was still open and a man of indistinguishable ethnic origin glumly slid her ticket across the grate without even glancing up from his magazine. Like a hypnotist's spiral, the rain spun around in loops as it was blown. “Who was that woman?”“That was Amanda the neighbor.”“Did you Fuck her?”“No. I just let her suck my cock.”“Well then you don’t need me to,” she snapped and started to storm off.Now I may be half in love with Alice. But I am a 49 year old man and no 15 year old girl is gonna make me beg. I’ve had my share of women and Alice needed some discipline. Quick as a cat I was up and had grabbed her wrist. I pulled her into my home office and sat down. I put her over my knee like a naughty girl and slid. It was obvious that she was dying to be touched. She unzipped the front of her nightgown and plunged her fingers into the waistband of her panties, fingering her own wetness. I knew it was time for the three of us to join together and never look back. “Bill, honey”, I whispered as he sucked at my nipples. “Carla needs some help, baby.” We both got up from the sofa and walked over to where Carla Jean was lying back in her chair, finger-fucking herself, staring at Bill’s twitching cock. There was. It lasted for a full week, again on some kind of a news scare that had people seeking a safe storehouse of value during a time of political uncertainty.This time, I was fully prepared to exploit the disparity in prices. I traded huge grain quantities for the entire week, more than four times my normal trading limits. I took full advantage of momentary imbalances in spot, near contracts and forward contract months, arbitraging each of them against both the metals and the time differences. Since.