She was a real looker, tall and very, very leggy with beautiful red hair in a shade a bottle could never match. Her curves made her into a voluptuous ...mazon. The sundress she was wearing played very well to her assets.Then my "man sense" kicked in and I looked away from the woman. Giving that kind of attention toward another woman would usually get me an elbow, the "look," and an amused comment from Lisa before I could yank my eyes away. But for once, I could see that she was staring too. I. " Would you expect him to?" No. How good is she, really, Henry?" Very, very good. In fact, exceptionally good. She knows her stuff, is not afraid to ask for guidance and her clients trust her and like her. Some even love her. I'm thinking of a divorcé and a divorcée. Both were family disputes and she got down to the basics, decided on the fairness and then went for a fair decision which, in both cases, she achieved. I don't think that either of the oppos felt aggrieved either, even the one that. So you weren’t lying.’ She could have strangled the jerk. He walked to the back of the jeep laughing, having heard her whispered abusive language. He arrived back with two cans of beer and a pack of chicken sandwiches that had thawed. ‘I don’t drink beer or anything but natural fruit juice and red wine.’ ‘Professional hunters finish the shoot by drinking beer.’ She cracked open a can and took a big gulp, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and said with her fake New Zealand accent, ‘Not a. I would even send private messages to guys, and sometimes i didn’t get any response, or a fuck off fag, and every once in a while i’d get a response from someone who actually chatted with me, who would be willing to get of sexting….. seemed most guy were either not from NY or just to scared to meet up for some good head in a public setting…. til finally one day someone contacted me privately…. he claimed to be a well hung black man from NY, who wanted to take me up on my offer… he wanted to.