"Well, I'll have to think about it. I'll call my client and see if there's something to be done. But by the time the bank gets back to me, it will be ...ather late. Can you come back to my office tonight? If we are going to settle things, we'll have to sign some papers." Oh yes I'll bring my Auntie tonight no problem -"Thompson cut her off. "No, we won't need her. Remember that legally, you're the one making the offer, and so the settlement will be with you. Your the only one who'll have to sign.. "So this is where you live," commented Misty rhetorically as they coasted down the gentle incline of Mockingbird Lane, "What else can I say? Wow."Miranda nodded, giving a short wave to the driver of the old, rusting pickup that exited the warehouse and drove past them on the opposite side of the cobblestoned street. "It's not much, but it's home," she sighed, leading Misty up the driveway that wound around to the side of the house that faced the ocean before taking the three steps up to the. One night after work he went home. After shutting off his computer much later, he still could not get her off his mind. He had this attraction to mature women. They had a kind of beauty hidden inside, they were seductive but very comfortable in their bodies.With thoughts of her becoming more than a stranger, he fell asleep dreaming of Sharleen.He dreamt that she went with him to a friend's game farm. They were in the same chalet but different rooms, for obvious reasons. One evening after coming. “Yes, at least I think so,” responded George.“How many strange dicks has she slurped on?”“Three so far.”“That’s not very many.”George sat silent.“I have to see somebody else tonight. How long do you think it will take her to get me off?”“If you are in a hurry I am sure she could do you in fifteen minutes.”“She would have to be really hot to get me off that quick.”George had had enough. “Well, it’s not going to happen. I wish you the best of luck with your other women.” With that George grabbed.