Jake was lying on Brad’s bed where the room was quieter and darker, waiting for him to come home. While he relaxed with a cool cloth over his forehe...d and eyes, his hand rested on his lounger pants, caressing his cock. He stroked to a few times remembering his meeting with Dr. Mackenzie.In the kitchen, Wendy and Tiffany were helping Karen to prepare supper. “What did you just tell me?!” Karen asked Wendy with a shocked expression.“I said, while we were at Jake’s appointment with Carla, I gave. Bridget and I spent several days looking for an apartment. We found one we liked and moved in together. We decided we would live together for a while. We both knew we would marry later. We did. It was a good move for both of us. We were deeply in love and we loved each other more with each passing day. We had my k**s on every other weekend and half the time during the summer.We never found out what happened to George. We never heard another word about him.Then we were talking one evening before. They both laughed, Racquel now the one feeling embarrassed, shrugging guiltily. Racquel, attempting to brag and take ownership of the moment, added “Hey, the Lakers were in town.” Lily smirked, imagining Racquel being drilled from behind in the tub by some enormous, grunting black fella. She shook her head at the sleaziness of it, rolling her eyes as she tossed the wrapper in a waist can nearby. With an explainable desire to win back her fan, Racquel tilted her head to one side, tapped her. The whole establishment had been changed; another valet was engaged for himself, a new servant for Noirtier, two women had entered Madame de Villefort's service, --in fact, everywhere, to the concierge and coachmen, new faces were presented to the different masters of the house, thus widening the division which had always existed between the members of the same family.The assizes, also, were about to begin, and Villefort, shut up in his room, exerted himself with feverish anxiety in drawing up.