Endless questions and intimidating glares after the police arrived, Stan was finally released. Read 12735 times |
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Somehow, this form of theft didn’t fit in any of the response scenarios outlined in the security manual he had been required to memorize. XXX Her tiny hands massaged his maleness fervently, gently coaxing his life giving essence from the depths of his groin. Prudence had dictated the Stan omit any reference to the pointed tooth nymph he had found, in an apparently successful attempt to hold his job. Night fell too quickly, as it usually does, and all too soon Stan was shaving his stubble to the tune of a whistling teakettle. Beneath the austere flicker of fluorescent bulbs he spied a huddled figure in the back corner with several small milky colored vials scattered haphazardly leading to an open storage
