Then it was months. The last one only lasted two weeks. I’ve had enough, but I can’t divorce my wife because she knows too many of my secrets and ... can’t have her killed for other reasons. I want access to quality slaves but my wife needs to be made to stop first.”Ema stared at her husband, but she sat silently in her chair as her body trembled. Tears rolled down her cheeks.Vito stared back at Ema. “She hasn’t left, no histrionics, this is already impressive.”Matt rolled his eyes and sighed.. She could also tell what was going on in their body, whether they were healthy, or whether they were harboring some unseen malady that was insidiously killing them from the inside. In many cases, she could feel that even the people she was reading weren't aware of the secrets they were hiding. Mel's ability to read people, and her realization of this new-found ability, slowly developed throughout puberty, until by the time she was 18 she could size up a complete stranger within the first 5. The next Saturday we inspected almost eight properties leaving two disappointed agents in our lurch. This followed onto each Wednesday and Saturday in their turn. The reason for Wednesday and Saturday was because of the way the system is set up at this end of the world. The local broadsheet, which is, a) the only universal paper over these twin cities, and b) through long tradition, publishes all real estate advertising on those days respectively. After six weeks of this being repeated time. ” She tossed the t-shirt on the arm of the chair, and reached behind herself. “We’ve known each other a long time. That one time we all went skinny dipping, but it was dark, and we were in the water, so it doesn’t count.” She had unhooked her bra, and let the straps slip off her shoulders. She did that thing that women do, rubbing the side and under her tits, a non-sexual habit of undressing. Her tits were great, not large, but full, with small, tight aureole and hardening nipples. Fucking hot..