..the people at home...Maybe himself.Certainly directed to at least a single entity of the bunch......or perhaps to each and every last one.He quickly... lifted his seemingly non-stop, quietly buzzing phone, flickering through his inbox for any relevant messages.Comments, DA HATAS, a question from Stan...'Nothing from her..'He placed the phone back on it's charger, as his eyes continued to scour the room, searching for a certain object, a hint of respite, that lie just out of sight...“Ah... It did nothing to soothe her dry throat. Maybe it was the shadows from the aisles, but he looked older – more mature since she last saw him. His face had a light brush of a five o’ clock shadow, and his hair no longer was no longer styled with that hard gelled look. It had grown out in short locks that curled and stood up on its own when he raked his fingers through it. God, her heart beat even fast, he looked even better than before. ‘Are you avoiding me, Emma?’ He pulled back and started. Billie Jean was wearing a short black dress that revealed hir stiff hard on when s/he stood up to meet me. As s/he squatted down I rolled under hir dress gazed up into hir Asian eyes and began to kiss hir long lady stick. ‘Oh baby!’ I began. ‘You’re gonna cum so loud they’re gonna hear you over at ‘Slammers” ‘OW!’ said Robbie. Slammer’s was the club where Jilly Grrl and Billie Jean performed. Moving past Billie Jean’s cock I kissed hir lady sack and began to nibble on hir soft ass. As my nose. Everything there was to tell. I'm not sure exactly what I said. It was almost like I wasn't really in my body at that point. Like when I divided my consciousness. If I'd forgotten to create any other bodies, that is. And had also forgotten to leave any behind in the first one. I guess it wasn't alike at all, but it was the only comparison that came to mind. Somehow or other, though, it all came out. How I'd known what she had planned for Patrick. Had given her the green light in exchange for.