- Tyler: Tammy! You look stunning! But why the long face?- Tammy: he ditched me, can you believe that? He ditched me!- Tyler: what a fuckin idiot! Why...did he do that?- Tammy: I have no idea! He just said so many things and just stormed out. Something about hating lawyers and their smart ass talk and their arrogant attitude and blablabla... - Tyler: I guess he got intimidated by such a beautiful, smart and successful woman like you.- Tammy: Fuck him, I hate him, I wish he burns in hell.- Tyler:. I curled into a ball and covered my face while they tried to stomp me to death.The next thing I clearly remember was a middle-aged man helping me to my feet. He was one of a platoon of adults who had waded into the juvenile dogfight. “Are you okay?” he asked me as he handed me a towel.I took a brief inventory. My nose was bloody, my lip was split, and I was sore all over from the blows. But, everything worked and I wasn’t in the kind of pain that says ‘you need a doctor’. “I’m fine,” I said. “OK first of all,” the teenager said, “congratulations. I just heard. Second, is Paul there yet?”“Not yet,” the nine year old girl replied. “But he should be here any minute.”“OK then, I won’t take more than a minute. I’ve got a great idea about how to let the fans know.”Paul Macon walked into the room occupied by the judge. He didn’t bother to smile.“Hello, Mr. Macon,” Terry Lanchew greeted as strongly as he was able.“Does that decision count?” the boy asked. “Even though you made it in a. "Am I doing a good job?" she asked, releasing his cock with a faint smile. "Yes, my love. It's perfect. I'm sorry if I got carried away in the heat of the moment..." I explained sheepishly. "I know you said you wanted to see a show and not be the show," she giggled. I kissed her then and tasted Scott's saltiness in her mouth. My cock throbbed and tingled. She was right, I laughed to myself, I had said that. "Will you fuck him now, baby? Please? Cum all over his cock. I want to hear you moan his.