Instinctively, Jeff knew the card was from the beautifully tanned lady that had been at the bar.Instinctively, Jeff knew the card was from the beautifully tanned lady that had been at the bar. He thought back to the last time he had been a slave... Whistling a happy little tune, Jeff paid his tab and sauntered out of the bar, his dick hard as rock again... ------------------------------------------------------------ "Damn it!" Jeff yelled as he drove along Jefferson. "Why don't people put their fuckin' numbers on their houses?!" he asked the empty air. 858, 864, 870, there it was : 876. Nervously, he checked his watch. It said 8:58. "Man, it's a good thing I didn't take a longer shower," he thought as he pulled into the driveway. The house was pretty non-descript, white with blue trim, two stories, plain curtains drawn in the windows. A few lights were on in first floor windows. Jeff pushed the doorbell and waited. After a minute, the door opened. There she was - just like she was at O'Malley's, only more stunningly beautiful up close. |