She took in the worn brown leather boots, the jeans that frayed a bit at the ends, and the button up black shirt that appeared freshly ironed. Finally...her eyes made her way up his neck. His neck was large and strong and it made the perfect base for his strong chin covered by dark stubble. Her glance fell over his lips, and her tongue moistened her own lips in response. She continued looking up, pausing at his strong nose – a nose even the Gods would be envious of. Finally, her eyes met his and. “I registered as The Real Liz Larimer. That’ll show them! Now, take a picture of us so I can prove I’m me.”She handed her phone to Dom – who was closest – and then climbed on my lap. She kissed me on the cheek and motioned for Dom to take the picture. He complied. Liz uploaded the shot to the tablet and then posted it as part of her profile.“Hey, Deb,” she read as she typed. “Thanks and you’re right. He is just as sweet as you remember.”She looked to the rest of the room.“I know because I. "He was back in three minutes and he slid videotape across the table to me. "Watch that and then call me a liar.I looked at the tape for several seconds and then I put it in my briefcase. I leaned across the table and got right in his face. "In the first case sperm breath, Helen didn't dump me. I caught her fucking my cousin and I threw her ass out onto the street. Think about this asswipe; if you spent as much time naked with Helen as you say you did you must have seen all the marks and. Erie County, perhaps?” Mike Hawkins pointed to the county line that they bypassed seconds before.“Touche ... very general of you,” Justine answered the flippance of her second husband.Both men cracked up at their wife and her response. Justine was nothing if not feisty, their French-Canadian ginger delight. Sharing her was quite the experience, to put it mildly. There were plenty of other lovers ... for all three of them, but Charles and Mike both had a particular affection for Justine. There.