I see my face on the screen behind the DJ before I watch Martin raise his hand again, but I watch as a fist comes into the frame and connects square o... with Martins face. I look around to see Craig dragging Martin up from the floor by his hair before pushing him into the bouncers. “She isn’t yours! She is mine! And we will be pressing charges.” He shouts at him before picking me up, barking orders at the bar and taking me to the ladies bathroom. “Wow, I’m his, what?” a thousand thoughts run. But Papa John and Papa Rex say that we should be able to get a charter as a community if we have enough residents. With all the younger kids taking up residence this summer and the several we’ve added since we got here, we’re really overcrowded on the ranch.”“How many units do you think you’ll put on this piece? Fifty?” I asked.“Oh, no! We don’t want to look like a bunch of row houses. We plan to develop fifteen residential lots and a business center around the village square. Maribelle Swanson. Before I could even reply my request to have him stay, he pulled away and I was left standing naked in front of my house. Somewhat dejected, I snuck back inside. I couldn't believe that he came all the way over to my house just to take two pictures of me. I would have gladly went out to his car, and pleasured him with my mouth, or let him use me any other way. It was not to be though, as now I would have to wait until Monday to be used. That too scared me, as I wasn't so sure about having him. Oblivious to the world around him, he sat staring at his beer on the table, wondering why he had even bothered to order the damn thing in the first place. Derek was never really much of a drinker, and in fact hated the taste of most alcoholic beverages, especially beer. His brew of choice this evening had more to do with his state of mind than it did to quench his thirst. As he sat nursing his beer, he suddenly heard his name being called out. The voice was so unmistakable that he immediately.