Emily cursed herself for such a mistake, after all this planning and preparation...'Oh Dear', she offered 'I'm just so used to being in England' and feigned what she thought to be a cockney accent 'awright my son, luvvly jubbly'
She had to think quickly now, or lose him. As she slid across the seat she allowed her skirt to rise exposing her firm and voluptuous thigh which capped itself off in a black garter. 'That should keep him occupied for a moment' she thought.
A big-rig zoomed past, its exhaust brrrapping as the driver downshifted.
'Shall we?' breathed Emily...
(She had to think quickly now, or lose him. As she slid across the seat she allowed her skirt to rise exposing her firm and voluptuous thigh which capped itself off in a black garter. 'That should keep him occupied for a moment' she thought.
A big-rig zoomed past, its exhaust brrrapping as the driver downshifted.
'Shall we?' breathed Emily...
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Thu 20 Sep 2007, 21:52,
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what a woman, the car was an automatic but in the car at that moment was a manual gear stick... if you see my point, which she couldn'tI dropped the car into drive and pulled away, her breath was warm as she leant herself toward me, I could feel every breath so soft like her last on the back of my neck, I was getting a distinct feeling Emily was going to be trouble, I'm sure I caught "oh you're so dead tonight's your last chance with a woman and hooch" under her breath.
the night was dimming the twilight rose over our skulls like a cloak conceiling a dagger, I needed a drink, I started my investigation in the seedy bar I frequent for information and hooch.
Her tit's were ace.
(the night was dimming the twilight rose over our skulls like a cloak conceiling a dagger, I needed a drink, I started my investigation in the seedy bar I frequent for information and hooch.
Her tit's were ace.
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Thu 20 Sep 2007, 21:58,
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Emily was glad to be back on solid pavement, the detective drove like a madman, and that damned aroma kept making her squirmShe thanked him, and stepped out of the vehicle, leaving a damp spot on the leather.
She raced to her apartment and immediately began to masturbate. Massaging herself to climax in just moments. When she was done fixing her needs her hands were warmed up from the effort and streaked with rust and grime from the tools. She wiped off as best she could and made straight for Jake's place, for a wash and a refill of her hip flask, and in the hope that he had some pie left.
(She raced to her apartment and immediately began to masturbate. Massaging herself to climax in just moments. When she was done fixing her needs her hands were warmed up from the effort and streaked with rust and grime from the tools. She wiped off as best she could and made straight for Jake's place, for a wash and a refill of her hip flask, and in the hope that he had some pie left.
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Thu 20 Sep 2007, 22:09,
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I virtually hadn't stopped before Emily jumped out of the car into the bar, I noted she'd been twitching the whole journey, perhaps she needed a poo? It certainly seemed that way from the moisture point on the car's upholsteryI followed her into the bar... The room was deafly silent, which she could tell because she was blind, not deaf. IT was her however who had silenced the room, she was busily rubbing at herself, it was like a rhino convention such was the horn.
after a very short while, clearly my man-aroma had worked it magic, she ran out, I gave chase, I didn't make much noise because I had accidentally stood in dog shit making my footsteps soft and squelchy rather than loud and slappy. She dived into the laundrette and took a deep swig of some of the laundry water, I moved behind her and greeted her, she stepped back in shock pushing her pencil dress enveloped ass into my crotch, you could cut the tension with a knife, we were in a laundrette no knives were to hand.
(after a very short while, clearly my man-aroma had worked it magic, she ran out, I gave chase, I didn't make much noise because I had accidentally stood in dog shit making my footsteps soft and squelchy rather than loud and slappy. She dived into the laundrette and took a deep swig of some of the laundry water, I moved behind her and greeted her, she stepped back in shock pushing her pencil dress enveloped ass into my crotch, you could cut the tension with a knife, we were in a laundrette no knives were to hand.
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Thu 20 Sep 2007, 22:16,
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"How did you enter this line of work?" Emily asked the roly-poly detective.He had no time to anser before the shot was fired. She saw nobody, no cars, no people. Well, she was blind. She ran from the laundrette, catching her skirt on the coin change machine. It ripped it from her body like a 4 year old rips open a christmas present.
She rounded the corner of 34th and Vine. Stopping briefly to purchase a bottle of Love Potion Number 9. Mrs. Gilmore, her landlady, was walking north on Vine. She raced over and begged her to lead her home. If Jake had been telling the truth, she would have seen him on 9th Street and right now she felt more vulnerable than ever.
Mrs. Gilmore lead Emily back to her apartment and both ladies sat down to talk...
(She rounded the corner of 34th and Vine. Stopping briefly to purchase a bottle of Love Potion Number 9. Mrs. Gilmore, her landlady, was walking north on Vine. She raced over and begged her to lead her home. If Jake had been telling the truth, she would have seen him on 9th Street and right now she felt more vulnerable than ever.
Mrs. Gilmore lead Emily back to her apartment and both ladies sat down to talk...
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Thu 20 Sep 2007, 22:34,
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It was merely a glancing blow, it had hit him in his right buttock and slipped out of the side without contact with major arteries or bonesstill there were women present he was milking it as best he could.
he stared longingly down the cleavage of the woman who was mopping the blood up and repeatedly shouting "GET OUT OF THE FUCKING LAUNDRETTE, WHAT ARE YOU A RETARD, ARE YOU STUPID YOU BLEEDING GO HOSPITAL!" I got back in the 55 Packard.
I couldn't help feel guilty I was bleeding on a dead man's car and I'd just seen his wife rub herself off like a cat backing onto a garden hose.
I drove a few miles south I knew a good surgeon he'd stitch me up for a couple of dollars, I had time to think... I had time to smoke.
Smoke like ribbons out the window of the car, dimaonds flashed as I crossed the black ice on the ground I was drowsy I'd sleep off this headache and find Emily in the morning, she was a clever girl, blind but clever.
I pulled into the surgeons back entrance...
(he stared longingly down the cleavage of the woman who was mopping the blood up and repeatedly shouting "GET OUT OF THE FUCKING LAUNDRETTE, WHAT ARE YOU A RETARD, ARE YOU STUPID YOU BLEEDING GO HOSPITAL!" I got back in the 55 Packard.
I couldn't help feel guilty I was bleeding on a dead man's car and I'd just seen his wife rub herself off like a cat backing onto a garden hose.
I drove a few miles south I knew a good surgeon he'd stitch me up for a couple of dollars, I had time to think... I had time to smoke.
Smoke like ribbons out the window of the car, dimaonds flashed as I crossed the black ice on the ground I was drowsy I'd sleep off this headache and find Emily in the morning, she was a clever girl, blind but clever.
I pulled into the surgeons back entrance...
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Thu 20 Sep 2007, 22:41,
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"Look" demanded Mrs.Gilmore "Either explain to me why you have no skirt on in the middle of mahattan in broad daylight or I'm calling the police!""No" sobbed Emily, "No, please don't. Look, I'm in some very serious trouble, and I need people around me I know I can trust. You are one of those people"
Mrs. Gilmore stopped scratching her arse, not a light scratching, but the kind where you have to really dig your finger in deep to ease the pain. She adjusted her bodice and spoke softly.
"Emily, I know it's been hard ever since James passed, and I know you are a good woman. But just recently your late night moaning and the constant flow of men in and out of your apartment at all times of the day and night has me concerned"
Emily picked her nose.
"I want to help you," continued Mrs. Gilmore "but I need to know you are being straight with me."
Emily nodded and let out a little trump.
"Yes, Mrs.Gilmore. I understand. Ask me anything and I swear to tell you the truth" offered Emily.
"That's wonderful dear" Mr's Gilmore said approvingly "Just let me open a window and we can begin"
(Mrs. Gilmore stopped scratching her arse, not a light scratching, but the kind where you have to really dig your finger in deep to ease the pain. She adjusted her bodice and spoke softly.
"Emily, I know it's been hard ever since James passed, and I know you are a good woman. But just recently your late night moaning and the constant flow of men in and out of your apartment at all times of the day and night has me concerned"
Emily picked her nose.
"I want to help you," continued Mrs. Gilmore "but I need to know you are being straight with me."
Emily nodded and let out a little trump.
"Yes, Mrs.Gilmore. I understand. Ask me anything and I swear to tell you the truth" offered Emily.
"That's wonderful dear" Mr's Gilmore said approvingly "Just let me open a window and we can begin"
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Thu 20 Sep 2007, 22:57,
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his arse was sore, in fact it was a little too sore for his liking, he had one hole for a reason, he certainly wasn't a fan of the second one.The Surgeon was dragging deep on a joint "man your ass, it's like whoa, so... whoa white."
I'd admit I wasn't the first to show my arse to the sun, this was the first time I'd been out of my office for a month... always for a broad.
I piped up "do you stitch up bum's often?"
"no son, I can't say it's something I do that frequently"
"I'm stuck on this case, I lost my only evidence and I'm not sure about the broad"
"it's about time you realised where you sta...."
everything went black... I got the whiff of chlorophorm...
I push my arms and legs away, the foetal position is how I wake, I feel a tightening across my side, FUCK, he's had my kidney, THAT UTTER TWAT...
(I'd admit I wasn't the first to show my arse to the sun, this was the first time I'd been out of my office for a month... always for a broad.
I piped up "do you stitch up bum's often?"
"no son, I can't say it's something I do that frequently"
"I'm stuck on this case, I lost my only evidence and I'm not sure about the broad"
"it's about time you realised where you sta...."
everything went black... I got the whiff of chlorophorm...
I push my arms and legs away, the foetal position is how I wake, I feel a tightening across my side, FUCK, he's had my kidney, THAT UTTER TWAT...
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Thu 20 Sep 2007, 23:08,
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