“It’s out in the car,” he said. “I’ll go get it.” He actually started to get up and go.“Don’t even think of abandoning me,” I said. ...e settled back down in his seat.“Look, Penelope, this is the last of it. Understand me. I got the loan and I paid it off. And you know nothing about what I have and don’t have. Well, except my legs; I guess you are pretty much aware of that. But apart from that, nada. You dumped me for a man with legs. And essentially cut me out of my fatherhood. There are no. You were given 100 monme for it, not bad but probably not enough to save you from your current financial crisis. When you were in the shop you couldn’t help but notice it was full of antiques, perhaps pretty standard for any pawn shop but this shop seemed special. For one, everything was a complete mess. Chests full of relics piled upon shelves full of other items. As you stood in the pawn shop holding your money in your hand you decided to look around a little. Not to buy anything of course,. ’ All his words had been delicate and sincere except for the last four. Caden glanced across the street. Passed the gate her porch light was on. Someone was home. She just wanted to get home. Up to now she had kept her mouth shut but she wasn’t so sure she could keep the act up. ‘C’mon, Cady. Show me some of that hospitality I’ve heard so much about. I need some love.’ He was going to ditch the boxers soon. Caden’s mind was buzzing, the shock of Jon’s involuntary betrayal playing continuously. We entered my apartment and she walked in and took a look around. She untied her coat and let it fall to the floor. She stood in the middle of my loft and unzipped her dress slowly. "Now Nate. You never answered my question," she said as it fell to the floor, leaving her in heels and a black lace bra and panties. Her long blonde hair a little messier from the wind outside but only adding to her sexiness. She walked over to me and pressed herself against me. "What are you going to do to me?" she.