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Turned on familyThat Chevy was as much a Reckardsville landmark as the old cemetery. It was scummy, dirty, held together with baling wire and body putty. The muffler was cracked and noisy and black smoke puffed from the tailpipe. Robin grimaced. It was the same guys who'd bothered her at the Tasty Freeze last evening, the Schroeder brothers and Timmy Duff. Christ, if they got fresh with her now, she'd bust their fucking balls! Spider jumped out of the car. "Hi, honey," he leered. "How's tricks?" "Fuck off, creep," Robin growled like an angry cat. Spider frowned back at her and he started around the front of the car, his brother sat behind the wheel and he said something to Spider. Was it "Go ahead"? Robin blinked when she got her first full-length view of the Spider. His pants were distended with a bulging hard-on. A sound and a flash of motion distracted her as Timmy leaped from the back seat. Good God! His trousers were unzipped and his limp pecker dangled through the fly. Robin started to back away. Moving backwards in high platform heels has its difficulties, particularly on a sloping cobblestoned roadway, and Robin learned that very quickly ...» | Код для вставки книги в блог HTML
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