“We knew he was a bastard, but we thought he was just a local bastard.”
“So sex slavery is OK as long as you keep it local?” I replied, a little more contemptuously than I had intended. “I won’t,” I said. ass porn I know why you’re here.” He paused and then said a little more urgently, “You have to understand, W, I had no choice. WARNING! As I unstrapped the helmet from between the back sidepacks, I stopped and shook my head. I tossed the helmet out into the field alongside the road and got back on the bike. As he was leaving, he turned, looked at me, and gave me a strange, twisted smile. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. “I guarantee they will fire over your head as you race away on your motorcycle… He would kill my family… “W?” a female voice asked cautiously, “is it safe to enter?”
“Depends on who you are,” I responded.
