I did send Martin a coded message advising him that the negotiations were on extremely shaky ground.His return message was quite cryptic. It was simpl..., “ok.”I sat in on the negotiation session after the cone was restored. The general’s lawyer said, “I have been instructed to discontinue the negotiations. The general promises to deny anything in our statement of facts. It is not signed, nor was it written by the general.”“So we just fucking wasted two days,” Ms Shepard insisted. “The general. "If she's OK with it, the Board and I can talk turkey about adding a tennis club." Cool. We used to live in King County when I was in middle school, and I was in the tennis club at my old school. I wonder if we can get any meets between a King County high school and Manatee Bay?"As she went over to talk to the Coach, I turned to the girl's father, and tried to visualize the permission form a King County child would bring home to their parents. "'Dear Mr. (slash) Mrs. Jones, the King County. “We tend to work with around ten students to a class,” said Erika joining the conversation for the first time, “so seven or eight rooms would be ideal.”Peter nodded before asking, “Would you need a gymnasium?”“Most of the girls do volleyball or netball,” answered Erika, “as well as Tae Kwon Do. So some sort of a gym would be helpful.”Peter nodded his understanding before his next question, “What about administration space, would you need any offices and how many staff will there be?”“A couple. My wife knew he was coming over and she was excited to meet him. She was in the kitchen wearing nothing but an oversize t-shirt which came down just below her ass cheeks. She didn’t have on anything under the t-shirt.As I was talking to Troy, Susie came out to say hello. It was hilarious as Troy froze. He didn’t know what to say. He finally reached his hand out to shake my wife’s hand. She took his hand and shoved it under her tshirt against her pussy. She began rubbing her twat his his hand..