” I walked over to her. She looked up at me. I bent over. The position was awkward but I managed to balance myself over her knees. “Good,” she s...id. She rubbed my ass in a slow circular motion with one hand while rummaging around in the black box with the other. “That’s nice, isn’t it? You do have a cute little butt.” She gave me a quick light slap on one cheek and then her hand was gone. “OK,” she said. “Reach back and spread your cheeks for me.” I did it without thinking. I didn’t hesitate. "You'll only get hurt." Linda ran over to the two of them."Hacksaw! Cut it out." He turned and slapped her hard across the face. "Shut up bitch!" He yelled. While his attention was away, Ryan leapt for him. He managed to wrap him up around the legs and using his weight, knocked him to the floor. He gave him a few punches to the stomach, but it didn't do anything. Hacksaw grabbed Ryan by his shirt and lifted him off the ground. "As I said, asshole, no one talks to me that way!" Hacksaw. Where he had worked as a lobbyist and moved to upstate New York. Despite being a senior partner in his firm, the capital remined them too much of Kirstin and their previous perfect life together. In sympathy for his grief, Spencer had been given a very generous buy out package, along with some life insurance, that had allowed him to effectively retire at thirty-eight. They had spent a couple of years close to Kirstin’s parents, Amy’s grandparents, before Spencer had bought an old foreclosed. No doubt I'll need to drive you around to places you need to go... I do have to admit, though, that you interest me." I looked her up and down at this point. "I haven't had anyone in my house, or in my life, for a while. I'd be willing to work something out with you, if you're willing to as well."I had put it in a very commercial way, and that certainly wouldn't have worked in most circumstances. I had also been fairly vague in what my expectations were of her. She could interpret what I was.