"Every normal man must be tempted at times to spit upon his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats."
- Henry Louis Mencken (1880-1956)
Excellent catch & save, Gav. Thanks much.
People who fuck...at their workplace are typically those people who end up on VINES or youtube. And then, suing later for imagined damages....
I drove over and arrived at Dard & Sammi's house around 1:30pm for a 2pm afternoon appointment, on a July Thursday.
I shouldn't say Dard as I didn't and would never know Dave Van Dardsdale well enough to address him by his nickname. I also didn't know Samantha well enough to call her Sammi either, but I kind of wanted to know her better.
I knew both of them as the married friends of my good friend's girlfriend. I'd known my good friend (his name was also Dave) about six years at that point, he'd only been with his girlfriend for about a year. All that I had in common with her and her friends was that we all liked to snort cocaine. Copiously.
The reason I was showing up was because I was supposed to meet Dave and Sam and give them a bid on a home satellite entertainment system... the dish, the electronics included as well as package it all with one of those huge Mitsubishi 50 inch television sets. Yeap, it was the late 1980s.
I ring the doorbell and Sam opens it up, invites me in and as I come sauntering into their living room area - she announces that Dave has gotten hung up at his place of work but that I could make myself comfortable and she'd be right with me, Dave was expected home at any moment.
I'm eyeballing their living room as it's the first time I'd ever been over to their place and I hear their home phone, ring three times and then go silent. This is before the days of common cellular service. I assumed she answered the phone and continued to survey the furniture situation trying to picture where a large big screen television set might best sit in the room.
Five or so minutes later Sam comes out into her living room and she's wearing the skimpiest G-string thong bikini I had ever seen outside of a Florida or California beach. I was in Eastern Kansas at the time.
She's carrying a pair of Corona's and asks me if I would like a slice of lime for mine...and when I say sure, she pulls an eighth of a slice out from between her cleavage and jams it into the top of the bottle. I said, as I reached for the bottle, "That's not gonna fit, Sam."
She used the palm of her hand and mashed it down into the brew and said, "Sometimes you just have to jam it in, Jeff."
I felt my shorts growing a bit tighter.
"Dard's not gonna be coming home til about 6pm. I told him that you had not showed up yet and that we'd just have to reschedule everything for later, perhaps Saturday?"
"You told him I hadn't showed up?"
"That's right, you have a problem with that?"
"I have no problem with that at all, Sammi...you wanna hear about the satellite system while we drink beer or..."
"I have something else in mind," she said as she adjusted her bikini top and arched her back while checking her reflection out in the glass from an existing entertainment center nearby.
With her hands on her hips and her shoulders thrown back and her C cup breasts pointing at me in full high beam status, Sam proclaimed, "How about I give you that blow job I know you've been wanting ever since we first met...then you fuck the hell out of me and leave?"
"You know for a fact that your husband isn't coming home for the next several hours at least?"
"I wouldn't shit you, you're my favorite turd...Now sit down and lean back."
I'm a good team player and I can follow orders pretty well, so I sat my bottle of glistening wet Corona atop a coaster on the coffee table in front of their sofa and I leaned back. I was already at full sail.
Sammi removed her top as she moved towards me, her nearly perfectly tanned tits barely giving in to gravity when all support was released. I seem to remember a dollop of pre-cum gushing from my cockhead as I watched her walking towards me.
She sat on a cushion next to me and expertly unzippered my shorts and had my pulsing cock halfway into her mouth before I could even inhale a full breath. I thought about her 'lean back' command, yet I could not resist sliding the fingers of my right hand down and in-between her two sexy ass cheeks.
Sam was really getting into some noisy and wet deep throat action, and I was fingering the very outside of her extremely moist cunt...when the front door opened...and Dard stepped into their house...and from where he stood about thirty five feet away, he could easily see his wife's bare shoulders and ash blonde head of hair, and the expression on my face.
I was not invited back the following Saturday to make any sort of sales presentation.
Jon Snow is the bastard son of the deceased Prince Rhaegar Targaryen & Lyanna Stark...still not quite sure of the lines of succession in this universe, but he is Daenerys' nephew and the Targaryen's were quite (word banned from use @ Lush) in the past.
Thoros was adept at reviving Beric Dondarrion more than a few times and since Melisandre is also a Red Priestess & adherent of the Lord of Light and she is back at Castle Black...
Jon Snow may be dead...and would his reincarnated self not be Jon Snow - but something less? Since he officially died as the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch - this would free his reanimated lesser self to vacate The Wall & join his Aunt (or do anything else he and the Red Priestess desired to accomplish).
I would say that Jon Snow did indeed, kill the boy, at last.
Kingsman: The Secret Service - rollicking fun.
Ex Machina - Weird, devious, believable in 20 years.
The Cobbler - Different type of humor, only Adam Sandler could've pulled it off.
Mystic River - An Eastwood classic to remind me of how magnificent he can be as a director.
I think you should invest in a top shelf GoPro, Nic. Get a vest to wear that will mount the camera, or a ball cap or biking helmet.
Pictures are nice, but video is where it's at, babe. Shoot vids of your friends & family (especially family). Those little cameras take some fantastic stills, too.
