The voice belonged to a tall, blonde woman whose back was to him. She was leaning out the window, which had been broken. As the door opened, she turne... to face him, and he was confronted with a face that he knew as well as his own. Impossible, Jan thought, staring. It couldn't be...But it was."Well, if it isn't Laura Vandervoort," he drawled. "To what do I owe the unexpected pleasure of your presence…and in my bedroom, no less?" She folded her arms and stared at him coldly. "First of all,. “Abby? Any relation to Just Abby?”“Our daughter.” I continued, “Abby died in childbirth.”“Wow ... I’m really behind,” she said. “Hi Myndee.”“Hi Jannali,” Myndee said. “Still going with Jara?”“Engaged,” she flashed a left hand ring finger.Squealing ensued. Numbers exchanged.I paid ... the attendant delivered, a horn honked behind us.“Call me,” said Myndee.I pulled away and out onto the street.“What do you want to do with your gold?” Jim asked.“Sell it.”“You going to quit working?”“Absolutely. " Mrs. Julander spun around, slamming the door behind her.Harold knew this looked bad. Mrs. Julander had still been completely dressed, and there was no evidence other than Harold's pants around his ankles of what had truly happened in there.He turned to the secretary behind the desk, noticing him for the first time. He was an older man, with graying short hair, and thick glasses on. Harold usually scoffed at men doing what he considered women's work. The secretary smiled at him as he hung up. Suddenly my balls popped from her lips and she desperately sucked in air. I let go of her nose and tapped her on the head. “Good slut.” I winked down at the girl and climbed off the bed. “I’ll be back later, maybe I’ll bring Emily too.” I slammed the bedroom door shut and locked it from the outside. My dick was aching and sore. I thought I might watch a little TV before I went back to my girls.Jim and I pulled into the bar, lines of chromed Harley’s filled the lot. I could.