I wasn’t sure if this had anything to do with Walter, but it seemed like too much of a coincidence to just disregard. I am doing a series of stories on drug gangs, and this house is one their hangouts. Gay porn We went back to his desk, and I handed him my story. God, his body was beautiful.I continued down until I reached that perfect ebony, hooded, one-eyed slab of man meat. I just couldn’t stand the thought of Walter dying in that fire. I think I’m going to like working here.I spent the rest of my day making copies and running papers to other reporters. As soon as the photos get here, find the best one and go ahead and run the story.”We looked through the pictures, Chuck picked the one he liked best. So far, we had found out that Walter’s dad did indeed die in the house fire on the day of Walter’s last journal entry. Andrew went limp on top of me as our tongues continued to dance.
