>Sunday, May 25th (afternoon)Marsh, Listen!!I got it, Marsha.. ?Whip your mud dog meat on the pussy, Doctor. Whip her good. She?s so stupid, she forgets her pussy is dog meat.?As though summoned, the driver of the dog team pulled up silently behind the cat. He was dressed in parkas like the old world, but the high powered rifle in the sled was quite modern. Her legs were already spread for Dr. Holson to whip, she just needed to roll on her back, but it would mean taking her breast meat out of the piss. At least this way she was giving the mud a show.He. And I needed an escape, and more money.’ ‘So you turned to something diabolical?’ Rose was grinning now, her own troubles forgotten. ‘You could say that. Day trading.’ ‘Day trading! Well that sounds positively wholesome compared to what I was thinking!’ ‘Thanks, I think,’ Paul laughed. ‘It was perfect for me, though. I was cooped up in my flat with nowhere to go and nothing to do, and I could sit there at the computer and watch for hours at a time for the right trend and the right strike.Read More