“Just the wife bugging me again.” “So trouble at home then.” “Yes you could say that, but ill sort it eventually.” “Why don’t you come...to my office, and we can chat more.” before he had the chance to say anything, pat was walking away from him, so after a few seconds he headed to the office. Knocking on the door and walking inside, he found pat bent over with her sweater gaped open at the neck, providing a great view of her mature cleavage. This wasn’t the first time he had looked down her top,. The clank of the dungeon door sent them swiftly back down onto their knees as they had been left. It they had dared lock up, they would have seen the Dungeonmaster`s evil smile. He loved stubborn girls.And stubborn they proved to be, as first Tricia and then Candace took her place, stretched taut on the tiltet rack, hip-to-hip, with her sister slave. The obvious pleasure with which their tormentor gazed upon their helpless bodies did little to comfort the girls, who knew him to be a man who. Pat repeated all of the worry he had about his business when first informed of the bridge closing. He was so happy the Plaza continued to be open without real disruption through the access construction. He finished with, "Please, ladies and gentleman, everyone has had something to say about what has gone on here to save my business and the businesses that populate the plaza. Yes, and those businesses that needed the parking as well."I want to thank the city workers on traffic control that did a. Miss life has played you like a fool and has dealt you the shitest hand in the deck, no matter what you pull or play you always end up losing it allAnd the Dr. Destiny has tripped you up at every cross road, written your future to be one filled with sadness and misery, as they say ‘you are destined to fail’.You started off you life as a orphan, not knowing your blood parents. No idea if they are alive or dead, if the loved or hated you or if you were even meant to happen.At the orphanage you.