Inaudible to Lacie, it was obviously meant for the slavegirl’s ears alone. The look afterwards that passed between them confused Lacie. The bound ei...hteen year old could have sworn that for just a single moment a look of… apology?… had ghosted across his features, his cold grey eyes warming for a split second as he gazed at his slavegirl. ‘I don’t think you’re what I’m looking for, girl.’ He said gently, his voice soft with a hint of regret. He looked back to Lacie. ‘I want someone who wants to. "Settle down kid, it didn't hurt anything. I can't afford to let you get grounded right now, there's too much to do." Like what?" You'll find out. Now, go get ready for school."I huffed and started getting ready. I had showered the night before, so I dressed then washed my face. I met mom and dad in the kitchen. We exchanged good mornings and then sat down to eat. Mom had really out done herself, bacon, eggs, toast, and juice. It looked wonderful."John, I looked over that estimate and it seems. One thirty and Antonio was contemplating leaving when he noticed a thirty-year-old pregnant blonde walk into the coffee house. She was wearing a dirty black mini-skirt; white stockings rolled down to her blue drugstore shoes. A very low cut pink sweater that revealed her “DDD” cup sagging boobs. There was a tattoo on her left tit. It read, “Momma Fucks”.She looked around and saw him, smiling. She walked over to where he was sitting and said, in a thick New York accent … “Yo! you’se. He looks like he just stepped out of a GQ magazine and the Wall Street Journal combined, any woman would love to have him between their loins. He had a really good job with a large magazine company as a photographer in which he has to travels a lot, often like his wife. He is almost six foot two and built like a rock with a sleek black bald head.The weekend when Mrs. Roberts' called about the flashes stands out very prominently in this story I am going to tell here, but that will come in time..