I cradled the phone, and leaned back to listen to the first message. "... that fucker is a pig. Sorry for the cursing, but Ackright is a slovenly litt...e man who gets along by bullying and intimidating people." That would be the voice of Jerry Dimitroff, an accountant who hates me. I laughed."Yeah, I bet he was beaten up a lot as a young kid." That was the Midwestern nasal twang of Anna Friedke, one of the bevy of lawyers for the other side. I wondered what that tight-pooned attorney would be. " Kari said to me. I nodded. It was a good idea. So I padded off toward the guest bathroom and used the facilities. Since I was now empty as well, I took the opportunity to do a more through wash-up. Ten minutes later I was back out in the living room, watching as Kari played with Robert's shaft. It glistened with oil. Both of them moved toward me and Robert went to the side table and started bringing over a few items that had been laid out. None of them surprised me. First there was. Fridays and Saturdays were always a bit busier and rowdier in pubs. A local pub is like a communal living room the rest of the week, but Friday and Saturday nights are party nights.We were sitting in a booth with some locals when dad, just lifting a glass to his mouth, glances up and sees something that makes his face light up. He nudged me and, having my attention, nodded his head in the direction of the bar. I followed his nod. There, standing by the bar with glasses of coke in their hands,. She was wearing this night dress of her's that was not very revealing, but showcased her body in a very wholesome, yet erotic light. She had drank nearly a bottle of red wine by herself as the movie crept along. Even though I was only 19, she and my dad was okay with my drinking a few beers here and there, but tonight I had picked up a bottle of Mezcal. What she didn't know was that I had picked up a bit of a coke habit at school, and in between the boring scenes of the horror flick, I was.