"Mr. Perkins got a huge smile on his face. "You're just like your aunt. You don't know anything about something, but jump right in. You're smart enoug... to seek out the best for advice and help. Sounds like you're going to have a decent place. The bar business is always a gamble, but you're getting an easier start than most. How much did you have to give for the license?" Eighty-five."Mr. Perkins whistled, "You stole it. What else did you have to pay?" I bought the inventory at the former. But it was too good to be true.Quick as a snake, Tyler jerks the phone away as Alexa goes to take it, holding it above his head. He grins nastily as Alexa looks at him with contempt, clearly considering this to be quite childish and beneath her. She puts her hands on her hips again, and with no hint of friendliness, tells him to give the phone back to her right now.“Sure. But first, show me your tits,” Tyler drawls, as casually as if he was asking about the weather. Alexa looks like she can’t. That combined with the stories of missing women had made this a place to avoid for all those with a brain and common sense. My guess was that she had been near the neighboring town and had either broken down or been deserted. Instead of walking towards town, she had sealed her own fate. Growing anxious, I decided to approach her. Slipping quietly, so she wouldn't notice, I exited my hiding place. I didn't need her questioning why I had been concealed in the woods. I crossed the street to look. Bye for now. Paul said before I heard him hanging the phone up. That went well. I told myself looking at the kitchen clock. I had just enough time to clean my pussy and ass out, get dressed and head to Vincents Jr. College school gym where I had promised to meet him. I went to the washroom took out a couple of dust containers and proceeded to clean out my pussy and then my ass before taking a shower and heading to our bedroom to pick out something to wear to Vincents Jr. College school. I.