The floor, the ceiling, his bed, even in between the wall-mounted air conditioner somehow, it was as if there had been a literal tsunami of trash come...into his room and made it home.“Time to tidy myself up, I guess.” These days, he had little to no motivation to even do the most basic of tasks. The most he would do would be the occasional getting up just to get another Instant Noodle Cup from his cupboard, but other than that, he was a gremlin stuck to his chair, and he wouldn’t have had it. It’s too darn bad that you jumped the gun and married this fellow. I would have been thrilled to capture your heart and make you the next ex-Mrs. George Seward.”It was easy for anyone to see that George was welcome at our house.We chatted in the family room, looking out the windows over the big back deck, where we could watch the water as it flickered around in the cold wind. George eventually gave in and told Abby all about his movie company, regaling her with stories about movie stars, epic. What a sex bomb she is??? Uffff my dick started to rise. I started a conversation like this. Me: hi Pallavi nice to meet youP: hello.Me: you look beautifulP: thank youMe: you got a beautiful structureP: only staring, are you are going to do something???I am waiting for that answer,I went close to her and hugged her and then slowly started patting her body. My hands are busy roaming on her body.Both of us were waiting as to who would make the next move.Then I kissed her on her eyes and slowly. "Well, it doesn't matter. If you want the girl, you fight Layla in two weeks. If you win you can buy the whore, if you lose you both entertain my customers... all my customers!" Why do you do this?" asked Vickie disgustedly."It's merely business. Since the word has spread about what price the losers of my bouts pay, the matches have been sold out." All right then, we have a deal," stated Vickie, rising, hoping against hope she could simply walk out."Not so fast my pretty one," smiled.