Angie watched her drop to her stomach. She bent over and reached into the back pocket of the blonde’s Levi’s and pulled out the drug money... “Drug dealin’ ain’t for the weak, biker cunt. Encroach on my territory and I’ll take you down. Tell all those other strippers, too. I’ll beat their asses, too.“As for you, I oughtta just rip your jeans off and leave you two naked whores here without any clothes. Instead, I’ll do this.” Angie. You’re not going to have to lift a finger. So save all that finger energy for typing out code, okay?”“So does anyone at work value me as a person, or?”“Nope. Codemonkey only.”“Awesome. Thanks for the robot, Liz. I’ll take good care of it probably. So long as it can’t get depressed once it realizes how monotonous my diet is.”“Who knows? Maybe this will be your motivation to eat healthier: avoiding death by frustrated chefbot. Enjoy it, Michaela. You deserve it. Make sure you take advantage. It’s. Th corner booth I was sitting at that hides any customers waltzing in waiting to be seated by the host. it was perfect hiding area to study. she sat by me rather closely. I felt her knees knocking against mine and I pretended to ignore it. suddenly her hand slipped down to my inner thighs. hello! no brainer on this situation. so I helped myself to her inner thighs and slowly creeped up between her stockings to a wet pussy. we pretended that she was helping me and onc in awhile she would leave. Having gone out with them for the past few years only brought back the reasons why she never married any of them in the first place. Cindy felt it was all-hopeless, she would never be able to find the right guy suitable for her. Her daughter Debbie was fifteen, only twenty years younger than herself. The divorce was very painful for her at first, but she seemed to take it well later on. She gave all her support to her loving mom. This was the only reason why Cindy continued to fight life.