“Really. But you didn’t answer my question.”“Right, sorry. You wanted to know how long it would take for me to finish you off.” He looked at...her, her left breast still hanging from her coveralls. “I usually find that most housewives I meet are quite used to certain…techniques, y’know in decorating, and so when I arrive with my tools - brushes etc. I can finish them off quite quickly.”Jennifer’s eyes sparkled, but the thought of her husband with other nameless women caused a surge of jealousy.. Astonishingly the ten year old looked so familiar. Was it possible the waiter was one of those boys all those years ago? When Steve mentioned this to the waiter, the man looked at him carefully and stated it was possible! As Steve was sipping his wine, he noticed the waiter speaking to an older man, the younger one held what appeared to be a small card and he was pointing in Steve’s direction. The other man approached and spoke ‘Signomi…excuse me, I am Milos. My son, Dimitri, was correct.. In fact, witnesses had said that she was known to slap men when they propositioned her.So Phil headed for downtown and parked in his usual slot in the parking garage and looked at his watch. He was an hour ahead of the schedule he had been given and he was grateful, because this girl might prove to be elusive. The pill he took was keeping his cock hard but he wasn't sure he wanted a piece of this particular ass. She didn't sound like his type. He walked down the street in front of his office. His goal was to elbow her in the side, but he was so tall that it was more like elbowing her in the face. Lia glanced up at him, and he jerked his chin in the direction of a patch of grass where a group of giggling girls sat, surrounded by educational holo-pads that they weren’t very interested in. “Hm,” Lia said. “Which one are you referring to in particular?” “Redhead,” Jeremy said bluntly. He seemed to be eying her himself, and even said, “Dayum. I’ll give it to you white girls. Got it goin’.