I didn't have derrick's number yet (guy still doesn't have social media for all i know) so i went out to my van instead. he came out looking for me an...d i called him over "i was going to go in mine? but this will do, haha." i purposely bent over in the skirt to unlock the passenger side. it'd taken him about 5 minutes over break to come out, so i said "if we're going to do this we've got to be quick and careful" (baring in mind i was parked right in the front of the building) he grabbed my hand. It was just a short jump to become sexually involved online after exploring our sexual fantasies in chat. We had cybersex a couple of times a week. Most of the time I would have one of her pictures windowed up on my computer screen. It wasn’t long after that we started having video cybersex. I have to say it was pretty damn exciting to watch her bring herself off on camera as stroked my cock until I came. Sometimes I waited for her to finish so she could watch me explode into the camera. We. ‘Quentin, this is Emma,’ said Rebekah. ‘It’s her first time here.’ ‘Performing?’ said Quentin. Emma snorted. ‘Not a chance,’ she said. Quentin ushered them through the door, out of the litter-strewn, seedy bustle of Soho and into the velvet faux-luxury of the cabaret bar. They bought their tickets from the box office, handed their coats in to the cloakroom, and stepped into the small, dimly lit theatre space, full of little round candle-lit tables. To Emma’s relief, she and Rebekah were among. Secondly, thanks to J. John Seaver forhis excellent story, "SRU: In the Bag"; it's posted at Fictionmania,and I highly recommend it.)Jackie O'LanternBy Jezzi Belle Stewart(c)2005Jack Prior knelt on the long uncut grass behind the worn and ageweathered gravestone bearing the name of Jackson Donovan with the birthand death dates of 1840 - 1912, both barely legible on its surface. Thegrave of Mr. Donovan was a part of Donovan cemetery. Dorsey Donovanhad, in the mid 19th century, become the richest.