What it really came down to was that they had fun together. The fact that Tim was black and Paige white was a non-issue in New York City. That was one...of the great things about living there.Tim remembered Paige's last surprise. On a winter night preview in November, Tim went to Paige's apartment to pick her up for dinner. She answered the door dressed in a set of strings that pretended to be a thong bathing suit. Paige must have spent hours shaving her pussy, because when Tim glanced down he. The wall this man was facing was covered with countless amounts of paintings and other items hung precisely from the wall or small shelves pretruding from it. The doors from which the visitor had come through had closed, leaving the room soundproff once again." I don't want to hear any excuses, " the man said from the chair, still facing away from the woman." I'm telling you sir that this wasn't because of my own faults, " the woman protested. Her voice sounded as sweet as a birds song but, as. If the column is reporting in, then am I to assume that they prevailed?”“More than prevailed,” Ben chuckled, “it sounds like they wiped out a whole raiding party. Minimal casualties on their side, a couple of hundred dead Rask.”“That is ... efficient,” she added, struggling to contain her surprise.“They gave the Matriarch a black eye, maybe she’ll think twice about trying again.”“I would not be so certain,” Lozka warned, her furry brow furrowing. “They are as stubborn as they are violent.”“Hold. “We’re trying to figure out how to save our house,” said Cheryl.“And not have to move out of Manhattan to find a bigger one,” Moe added.Rachel chuckled. “Shit, you guys, this place is small for a townhouse. Look.”She handed out pages with listings.“Holy shit,” said Cheryl. “No wonder this place was cheap. Relatively speaking,” she chuckled.“Six floors,” said Moe. “Ten bedrooms.”“Six fireplaces,” said Joe. “A roof garden.”“High ceilings and still six floors,” said Cheryl. “I still want to look.