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Other conventioneers - Trekkies, gore-hounds, anime and animation fans, classic horror aficionados and just plain freaks - were crammed into the one working elevator at the North end of the lobby. It was a tight fit, but Tom didn want to wait for the elevator to drop off its human cargo and then return. He had too many valuable prizes in his hands, a few of which were trying valiantly to escape his desperate grasp. So, into the sardine-like environment he went, doing his best to protect his treasures from the pressing bodies. Two floors later, and with the elevator lighter by half its weight in bodies, Tom noticed that about three feet away from him was the woman with the lush derriere that hed bumped into earlier. He decided to talk to her, see if maybe there was some chemistry there after all. But, as he stepped nearer to her and opened his mouth to speak, fate stepped in. One of his new collectors acquisitions decided to make a break for freedom. With Toms mouth open to begin gay jail sex introducing himself, a framed, autographed 8 X 10 photo of Boris Karloff in THE OLD DARK HOUSE slipped from his grasp and threatened to fall shattering to the floor gay jail sex. In a fit of panic, he lunged for the photo as it rushed floorward. The photo was content to cradle itself in the crook of his bent arm and nestle comfortably there, apparently unwilling to die a shattering death. But Toms clutching hand was not privy to this information until it was much too late. As yet unaware that gay jail sex the photo had arrested its own fall, Toms grasping fingers continued along on the pictures previous trajectory and squeezed where they thought the photo would be when they got there. MIssing the instigating photo by a mile, their prize instead turned out to be gay jail sex the womans understandably surprised bottom. At gay jail sex one time hoping to explore possibilities with this woman, Tom was now embarrassed to realize that, clutching her left cheek as he was, those possibilites were rapidly fading into unrealized hopes.

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