I live here alone, in the very back room."She seemed afraid to talk to me, and I needed her to relax and accept that we weren't the enemy."Please rela.... No one is going to hurt you, Margarita. This is my house now, and this is my very special friend. We're going to live here. You have nothing to fear from us."Then on a hunch, I said, "Did Mr. Fornier hurt you?"Her eyes grew haunted, and I knew we'd struck a nerve. "It's Ok, Margarita. That evil man is in jail for the rest of his life, along. ”“You know he’s over 100 years old,” Althea said softly.“That documented?” Martha asked, setting her magnifying glass down. Althea merely nodded, but Martha was able to pick up her silent gesture.“So back to the PK account, then,” Martha said, dismissing the project just that quickly. “I know you’ll stay on top of it because it’s the biggest damn commission I’ve ever seen.”As Althea retrieved the massive Peachy Keen file from her desk, a man in a turtleneck and a bad haircut was stepping into. They kissed and his ass cheeks went tight letting me know he was filling her pussy with his spunk.Slowly he moved back and his cock once again slipped out of her gaping cunt, strings of cum connecting them both. He looked down at her and said, “Well, little lady, thanks to you Leon might have his job back.”Sally smiled, “Thank you so much, I thought I could make you see my point of view.” She continued as she carefully picked herself up and got to her feet and retrieved her bikini and her. I looked at Mavis her chest heaving- her breasts riding the tide of each breath and I was no better. It took a while for either of us to speak. We flew along the road and wondered why neither of us had seen the dog or man. “Wow, I wonder where they came from? she said breathlessly. “Dunno!” was all I could say. At the next intersection I turned right and we sped along to avoid being caught. After a while we looked and as there was no other plume of dust behind us we knew no one was.