Jim was a mans man. He had worked construction his whole life. He went into business for himself, did pretty well at that, and had accepted help from ...o one. He had the hottest wife for miles. Good kids. Nice house. The last thing he wanted was some, young, college-educated whiz-kid prick to be feeling kind enough to help Jim out, by giving money to his wife. It wasnt a happy situation in general. Hed like to sit his wife down on his dick, just to establish some sort of feeling of control, but. From what Amanda had told her, it wasn’t just Simon’s finances which were under threat, but her own personal safety. Quite frankly, the man was dangerous and Mattie was now certain that he had unfinished business with her. She shuddered, remembering the state she’d been in after their first, and what she had hoped would their last, ‘meeting’. She’d had a cast on her arm for six weeks, but it had taken much, much longer than that before she’d been able to sleep through the night. Olivia, her. With the kind of desperation only those whohave fought to stay alive can understand, I stumbled and staggered myway to the door. I didn't even bother to try and get any of my fewarticles of clothes from my room; I just knew I had to get out of thereas fast as I could before they came back. The only thing I did grab wasmy windbreaker that was hanging from the coat rack, and that was onlybecause it was right next to the door.The next five minutes were some of the most nerve-wracking of my. "you don't look like a six. are you a six?"the blond one smiled up at me. I had no idea... "oh, right like SHE gets a vote!" at this they both laughed. the little brunette broke in-"ok, let's start over! her face?" hmmm... I'd say a... two." a TWO!! wow. really?oh, c'mon she's not that bad!" "I don't like her nose. It's too puged. and her cheeks are too... round. she looks like... porky pig!" this really busted them up.i've never liked my round cheeks or pugged nose either,and was afraid they.