" Can I have a different type of show please?" Heather called out. There was no answer.The lights went out once again and the screen prompted her to s...art. The same video started up again, "Your assignment today is Big... Black... Cocks."Heather couldn't believe it. Out of all the kind of porn in the world they had to show this trash? And not just interracial porn but SIXTEEN HOURS of interracial porn! She seriously considered walking out of the office when she remembered it would cost her $250. One standing behind the reporter who asked aboutBradford and Ophelia wisely told him, "That woman isn't paying you enoughto deal with any of those people. Unlike you fools, I checked on theseguests: that woman has brought down powerful people and her husband isloaded and not afraid to get the best lawyers to do his bidding, not thathe needs to with his in-laws and wife. Go after the kids, but it'll be yourballs in a vice, not ours."Walter's staff saw the reporters out, with the staff carefully. Followed by the appearance of Angelo and Margarethe. "Hombre!" Angelo shouted out, with a huge grin. While Margarehte just beamed that secret married woman's contentment. Angelo then turned to her and whispered, "Mi corazone, café por favor."As Margarethe headed for the coffee maker, she turned to Rick and said, "Hey Hombre, why don't you call in the Muchacha Bebe. Is a poco fiesta, no?"Rick turned to Alice and said, "Hang onto the flowers dear we have at least one more shock to go." Then sent. I jumped down off the ladder, and folded it back against the wall. Marisa had turned away with the old bulb I handed to her and she walked towards the storefront. I gathered up the shipping refuse scattered across the floor and tossed it into the garbage can. I picked up the goods Rufus knocked down and replaced them on the shelf and then picked up a few leather shoes that were knocked onto the floor. I noticed that another pair were similar to those Marisa was wearing but darker. There was a.