Again he stared down into the fire to see some embers flare up. Just like embers were flaring on his burning ass. I’ll never make it through twelv..., he thought. To hell with this. I’ll just cut and run.But then.But then his eyes caught sight of an envelope there on the mantel just beyond the figurine to his right of the dressed fat man buggering the teen. Sure enough there was an inscription on the envelope. It read: Scott - September.Seven thousand dollars was there waiting for him! . She and Bridget drove back in the Mustang and her father and I followed them. She was still excited when we got back home.After her father left, we took a trip over to Fayetteville to get her pre-enrolled and assigned to a dorm. There were a bunch of forms to fill out and it took us so long, we decided to stay overnight. She was excited the entire trip home. She just couldn't wait to go off on her own.When we got back, they settled into a work routine and the summer passed without much of a. Kneeling at his feet she ran long fingers over her bleeding flesh, offering her body blatantly and wantonly, lost in a submissive reverie. “You can have all of me” she begged “more than those others - more than you ever had a woman”. Her tongue lapped slavishly at the toe of his shoe. “I am less than a bitch,” she murmured, squirming on her belly and rubbing her striped thighs together, “I am meat”. Abruptly Grigori rose to his feet, his mind made up. “Follow me” he commanded and strode off to. Now to say that was one thing, but to enforce all of the contract's clauses was something else. I've seen too many times when contract disputes would take years to settle, and the contract judge would end up splitting the differences. This outrage was not going to end that way.The abode was mine because it was already mine before we made our contract, but Pussy had stopped working shortly after we had entered the contract, so by breaking the contract she might have put herself into default on.