I guided them around the block, sweating nastily now. After only about twenty minutes I decided to head back. It had to be nearing 100-degrees and I f...lt icky and hot and nasty. On the way home, though, I heard laughter from one of the houses I passed by and stopped."I didn't know the Sullivan's got a new dog!" a young female voice was saying sarcastically. "Oh, wait... hi, Becky!"Giggles followed the insult. When I spotted where the sounds were coming from my heart sank. It was my friend. We were in no real danger. There were no cars on the street, and there weren’t many people walking around on the sidewalk either. We saw a naked blonde woman with a collar like Charity gardening in her yard. She was in her late fifties, and she had gold hoops hanging from her nipples as large as my fists. Her tits hung down on her chest like flapjacks. She looked like she was from Norway – blonde, blue eyes, very pale skin.I like fake tits that stick straight up. I like tits that hang down. They will sign the deed over to you. My contact assured me that lady lawyers are waiting to represent you with any changes you feel you need. The lawyer fees are part of the closing costs these men are paying out of their own pockets,” I told Risa.Her face lit up with a huge smile. She pulled me back toward the men’s offices.On the way, Molly said Risa needed to play hardball with these men. Drone captured images showed the furniture was below anything that Ikea would even smash the pieces into. Darren wondered if she had forgotten that it was her weekend when she bundled the kids into the car to visit her mother. Ah, well, he thought and turned back to the garage after waving goodbye. The lawn needed mowing and the shrubs needed trimming.It was warm and humid and it wasn't long until Darren began to sweat profusely. He surveyed the hedge along the west side of their property. It had grown thick enough and tall enough that no one could see through it. He paused and gulped down a glass.