As she did so, I quietly flipped off the cameras. The night wasn’t over, but I had what I needed. Jordynn washed her face, and came back in, looking...like complete shit. I pointed to the other, matching wicker chair, and naked, she had a seat.“now you have a tiny window of the pain you put me through.” I said.Jordynn was silent for a bit, then “is it over?” she asked numbly.“And yet you still haven’t learned.” I responded.Looking dead at me, she responded, “Oh, I have. That I have. But I cannot. You will never come back here. If you step on my land ever again I’ll blast your head off you filthy tramp! If Brad ditches you then you can whore for your daily bread on the street. Don’t even bother fighting the divorce in court or you’ll be the laughing stock in the entire state of Nebraska and that’s a promise. I’ll pack your clothes and leave it at the police station and you can pick it up there Monday morning. As for you Brad, just stay off my property and every thing will be cool. I. E..e..l..l," I hesitated, "If you're sure. I must admit, Bob, she was a great fuck, and so was Megs. Where is she these days?" I asked, casting my mind back to her small tight body and feeling the blood begin to course through me.Rosie thought she was still at home, but we could go and get her if I wanted, she said."Bob has the hots for her." she laughed, "She's grown nice boobs and he wants to stick his face between them."No, no problem, I told her, chuckling at Bob and thinking back to my. They have a chance to pickup some overseas cargo for import and export. We would like to just have an informal chat about a way to go ahead with your support. We are talking about 1,000 to 10,000 letters/parcels weekly.”John looked surprised “What, at present we do not have capacity to handle that?”Fred asked “That’s why we are here, how can we all benefit, get a good turn around, keep all parties happy?”Helena asked “Why not inform us of the process and lets see if we can help/improve a way.