Really. The judge saidthere were accounts for you and Marsha. And I think other money too, butI don't know. She was talking about being able to travel...and the thingsshe was gonna get though then.But Mike if you just ask Dad, I think he might help you. I do. I'm sure.Really.I'm really sorry, Mike, real, real. Really.Bye,________________________________________________________________________________________________________Monday, April 21 (ten minutes later)"K, I apologized to him. But he will. “You’re very welcome. How’s the eye?”“Oh, much better,” said Carson, catching his reflection on the darkened TV screen. His bruise had faded significantly, which was a relief since it no longer hurt. But it was also kind of sad, watching the last evidence of his encounter with the mysterious businessman slowly fade away.“So, listen,” Armisen began. “I had a really nice time at the Bravard. Excellent service.”Carson gulped. He could almost taste him still.“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed your. I helped her pack the grossry, then hoped in the car. We drove out, the radio was on, as we drove I noticed the outline if Barbra's pussy. I kept staring it looked good. I took out my phone and pretend to get it, I got a better look at her pussy outline. I don't know if Barbra caught me looking or not.15 min later we arrived at her apartment. We got the grossry and went in the building just my luck the elevators were full, we managed to get in one. I got in first, then Barbra we were squished.. Apparently, Heather wanted a certain porn VHS I had in my collection but couldn't locate it. Mind you, I had recently found that AOL was better for porn, because it came from real people learning to upload pictures of themselves."Which one?" I asked."The one in costumes? You know the Japanese one where they're supposed to be super heroes or something and end up getting tied up and ... Oh wait here it is!" Heather said, bending over a little more. Her shirt rode up to just under her tits as she.