Jamie was going to file the motion to dismiss today. We most likely won’t get it, but that will force Lomax & Milton to give more specifics about wh...t we allegedly did wrong.”“Nothing!” Charlie said forcefully.“I know that, you know that, and Jamie knows that. Unfortunately, Mr. Brandon Littleton does NOT know that and we’re going to have to prove it.”“How do you prove innocence?” Charlie asked.I smiled, “It’s not like that. In civil cases, like this one, it’s preponderance of evidence. That. “Far enough, Brady boy.” Reaching around him, she grabbed his crotch.“Figures, fucking, Brady boy special—mother fucking 5-inch cocktail wiener,” she hissed at him. She pulled his briefcase from him and tossed the case higher on the bank.“Fucking faggot, carrying a purse,” she reached around again and squashed his package. “Fucking gonna rock my world. Your cracker fag’s boner got hard from fear. So easy with losers like you. Pants off, boy.”“No,” he barked out in defiance. The gun struck him. A rollout right, it was designed to move the pocket a little bit and flood the cornerback's and outside linebacker's zone with receivers. The play took a little longer to develop than we'd hoped, but it worked pretty well — I think it was a 16- or 17-yard gain. I was near the Packers sideline when I threw the pass. No one was near me. No one hit me. It just happened.My foot hit a loose piece of turf, or maybe every ache I'd been ignoring since last season finally caught up with me. I suddenly. Not only at the thought of cheating on his wife, but his more outrageous thought of, "Is it really cheating if it's my daughter I'm fucking?"Vikki could see the turmoil her father was going through and loved it. She could also feel his cock begin to grow again and loved at how many times her father could get it up. She thought it was only young men who could perform more than once a night. She decided to end the cruelty, besides, she knew she could have him now, so she cut him some slack, "Well.