La joven morenita tira de la mano de su amiga, su amiga la sonríe con dulzura mientras se sienta en el sofá, suelta la mano de ella y de un salto se...sube al asiento y cruza sus piernas sujetando el balón de baloncesto con las dos manos, su amiga morena se sienta junto a la rubita, acerca su cara a la de ella, por encima del balón y la da un besito en sus labios finos labios.-¡anda quítate la camiseta!-dice la morenita-¡valeee!-dice la rubita que se aparta su flequillo, aparta el balón y. Shit.He didn’t really know what to do other than just wait. They looked like the same three men that had been carrying high powered rifles the other day, and he knew that Girl and he couldn’t outrun a bullet. If the men meant bad business, there was really nowhere to hide.It was obvious the men had seen them. They headed straight for the two of them. Clipper had dried his feet off and put his boots back on, and he motioned to Girl.“Let’s go meet them.” They headed down the mountain, Clipper. "Milo, Mrs. Burgess is here to make sure the apartment is suitable for your children to stay in. I'll leave her with you as I have something that needs doing. Excuse me Mrs. Burgess, and I do thank you for expressing your concern for me over my husband's death." Ashley turned and went back across the lot leaving me with Jean."Hi Milo, how have you been?" I didn't answer. I couldn't until the anger I felt for this woman died down. "Yes, well I can see you still have some resentment for my. Our division’s HR rep was subtly asking one of the sales reps if they’d consider a lateral move to marketing and we had already identified some junior staff we might be interested in promoting to the sales positions.The condo was empty. I took a deep breath, poured myself one, and sat down. I turned on some Bach and sat there. I looked at my phone and decided, no I wasn’t ready to put my profile up, yet. And then there was that nagging feeling about my coworker. I imagined his tight ass in.