His kisses were immature; strong and forceful, painfully impatient.I had to slow him down and teach him how to French kiss slowly. When Iopened my eye..., he was staring into mine as though asking what he shoulddo next. I was ruffled when I dropped him off and looked quickly in themirror to adjust my hairband. 'Might he have realized,' I thought, 'that I'm not the woman he thinks Iam?' But he was even more anxious than the day before to meet me. Perhapsthat afternoon?"Could you do some gardening. She was wearing a wife beater tank top, at least one size too small for her ample bossom. Her nipples were poking through, easily visible even just by the light of the computer screen. She clicked on her apple remote and the show started. She snuggled up next to me, her right legs swinging all the way over and across my right leg, her knee nudging my sack. I was only wearing some athletic shorts so there wasnt much to stop the sensations. I sure like watching stuff with you. . . She said. ‘You fuckin’ little shit. You think you can cheat me outta m’ money?’ ‘What do you want?’ I asked her defeated. I knew she could ruin me. ‘Ten thousand dollar. All cash.’ ‘!0000! I don’t have that kinda money.’ ‘Borrow it, steal it. I don’t care. Get it to me by tonight.’ I was lying. I make over $200,000 a year. 10,000 was nothing but I knew that Tasheka’d never stop. However, I didn’t have an option. I had a wife, a house and a dog. I withdrew 10,000 and delivered it promptly to the fat. John also bought a home in a gated community thru his company, and proceeded to simply hide for a time.During this time, John was not idle. He setup a very nice weight lifting room, and hired a personal trainer, followed by a nutritionist. John even paid them extra to come to his home to both educate him in his diet and for training, and most importantly to also not ask questions. Not only that, John underwent the knife, and changed his looks. The idea was never to be an Adonis, but rather.