"You buy clothes made in Malaysia, you buy guns made in Europe, but you can't give a poor refugee a job?" he asked."A refugee is here legally preacher... so get a grip. I'll be looking for someone else to do my courtyard." I said."It's gonna cost a lot more," He suggested."Then I will do the work myself," I replied."Officers," I said as the young men left their cruiser. "There has been a mistake, but we also have a problem. This man, who speaks no English, was trying to force his way inside our. You can drop me there and I'll call someone to help me." Okay," I told her. "Lock up your car and I'll take you into town." Thanks!" She said with a huge smile and I watched her as she walked back to her car to lock it up. It was a lovely view watching her walk to her car. As she bent over to reach inside for her purse, I was given the sight of two perfect ass cheeks peeking out from the bottom of her denim shorts. The view of her walking back to my truck was just as nice. She opened the. They would exchange a laugh, a hug and a kiss then they would together straighten the already immaculate two-story ranch house that had been her suburban palace for so long. The day would continue through Playhouse Disney and PBS, their favourite was, of course, Big Bird, but Dora the Explorer was certain to bring shrills of laughter as well. Her clients had dwindled, but that gave her more time for what she loved most…motherhood. It seemed that her daughter’s birth had recharged her battery. With the arrow out of her side, Tara was able to relax more and consider the fact that she was now effectively captured. “What do you big, strong, horny guys plan to do with me?” she asked, and grinned up at Tony and Ric.“Li’l Buddy, here, messed up Tanya too much for us to do anything with her,” Ric announced, a playfully cruel grin on his face, “so we’re gonna take it out on you!”“Mmm!” Tara replied, looking up past Tony’s head. “Best get to it then, before somebody attempts a rescue...”Tony.