.. Well, uh, Mom, while we were down there, some photographer -- some paparazzi guy from Germany -- well, he took some pictures of us, on the beach, t...ere." Well -- what is it? Is he trying to blackmail you for the pictures?"Marlene, evidently, read far too many trashy detective novels."No, uh, Mom. But the pictures -- very explicit pictures, especially of Tess. Well, they've been published in a German magazine." Well, I certainly hope it doesn't get around here, in North Carolina!" Marlene. Hunter found himself stunned to silence as he stared into his boss’s harvest green eyes. They were lined with deep furrows, like tilled fields. The two of them stood almost chest to chest, and Hunter could feel the heat from one of Vernon’s legs as it moved between his.“You like workin’ here, son?” the older man asked in a hushed voice.“Yessir,” Hunter swallowed as Vernon’s thumb pressed against his bottom lip.“I like having you around. You’re a real pretty man to look at.” Hunter nearly jumped. Nicolai knew when she was slacking off too much and would chastise her with his private taste of hell with a cat-of-nine-tails that brought her screams to the surface.Her positioning on the slanted tattooing board was uniquely designed to make her two opening available to the Ink Master at all times. Her rear opening was a lot more giving and looser now after his repeated visits of humiliating treatment. She was well adapted to it now and was beginning to welcome the touch of his demanding rod. Not even close. I gather most of the clubs are in an agricultural area. My team is called the "Orange Growers," and there are other ones called "Tomato Growers, Cotton Growers, Sugarcane Growers." You sure this is a baseball league? It sounds more like a farmers' cooperative." Well, the names sound better in Spanish. I'm going to be a 'Naranjero.' ... More romantic-sounding than 'Orange Grower, ' isn't it?" This isn't exactly going to be the winter I had anticipated," Josie said."I hope you can.