Sometimes I babysat Sundays too and his ex-wife would come to pick them up at the end of the day. She was blonde and always wore sunglasses. She would...’t even get out of her car but would pull up to the kerb and blast the horn until Elle and Eric went running out.Lee was almost always late home and on the nights the kids were asleep upstairs, I’d wander around the quiet house listlessly. He worked as an architect and the place was impeccably tidy but for occasional scraps of paper with. Hell, I don’t think he left the northern hemisphere.’ ‘He didn’t, I checked. Can I help you or do you want to speak to idiot face.’ ‘What I’m about to ask you could get your fingers dirty all the way up to your shoulders.’ ‘It’s not like I haven’t done that for you before.’ ‘Do you have the names of two black ops people in the area?’ ‘Only two, hell they’re all over the hills here in Pennsylvania.’ ‘I need two long-range marksman to call me at this number on throwaway phones, 10 grand cash. "Did you make it to Trish's house ok?" I asked, seeing if she'd bite. "Yes. Are we seriously going to play twenty questions again?" Renee asked sarcastically, growing more aggravated. "Well, I just talked to Trish and she said you weren't there," I said, springing my trap. "Are you kidding me? Once I got there I ran out to the store for a few things but I'm back now!" She barked. "Oh, you just got back? Because I talked to her like five minutes ago," I asked. "For god's sake! Yes!" She. Afterwards, she got off me. "Be a dear and get my black gown out of the closet."She took off her wrinkled clothes, while I retrieved her gown. She cleaned her soaked sex off with her panties, before throwing them in the corner. "Boy, Sophie's sure going to have her hands full cleaning them tomorrow," she giggled.Little did she suspect that the next morning, it was I, not Sophie, hand-washing the cum-stained garments. Sophie didn't even give me a chance to put any clothes on, save for a white.