She sat there for a moment longer as the rain started coming down harder. When she started up the trail, there were only a couple of cars, so she knew...no one would be out to help her and she left her cell phone in her car. ‘I see you got yourself in a mess again,’ a voice behind her said. She stopped rubbing her ankle at the sound. She knew whom it was without having to turn around—HIM. His voice had filled her head for weeks with visions of how he could just look at her and turn her legs to. Never! You have to let me talk to you and explain what you saw. Please, Pete. Come home! Think of the children!!’ ‘Sorry, Carol. You were the one that didn’t think of me or our children! You started this and we’re going to finish it. I refuse to be your wimp husband and I’ll be damned if I will share you with another man! But wait! Has it been other men, plural? And are the kids even mine? I have a lot of questions now Carol, questions I never thought I would have to ask! ‘I trusted you. " It's been real nice talking to you, but my new employer has ordered me to kill you if I saw you on his property." "Many people have tried to kill me and all have failed," Lara commented, smiling at the guard while she pulled the zipper on her catsuit down. The guard licked his dry lips as he watched Lara Croft seductively strip for him. His cock was straining to be released from his pants as Lara bent over and showed him her beautiful pussy. Once she was completely naked the guard told her to. “This is Ric Anderson. He and I used to live next to each other as children and play together. Ric this is my husband Myron Fletcher.”“Nice to meet you,” Ric said standing up and shaking Myron’s hand.Play together, Ric thought. More like lovers. Ric wondered if Myron knew this. He felt an odd sense of pride that he’d had Jennifer before this man did. Ric didn’t like Myron at all, and he was certain the feeling was mutual. There was something about Myron. A vibe of distrust. Myron shook Ric’s.