I looked at him and Sir and then opened the gate to walk behind the counter. I strutted towards them all the time realizing the older gentleman was st...ring me up and down like a piece of meat. I think I smiled from the attention.When I reached them, Sir spoke, “How is your ass feeling? Sounded like you were enjoying yourself back there.”Asshole. I did not even respond as his question was not intended to elicit an answer.Sir continued, “This is Larry, he is a special customer of yours. He has. The AP had stood up slowly when we told her we were there to meet the Pastor.The woman was about five foot six, wearing low heels, a tight skirt that ended above her knees, and a top that showed off her pleasant sized breasts. Long wavy dark hair that hung beneath her shoulders. A sexy youngish woman.The Pastor was sitting behind his desk waiting for me nervously. He looked quite surprised when he saw his wife was my companion for this visit.“Hello, Pastor, how are you today?” I asked.He. Indeed, both Richardand Don remarked how they felt like they had going to Iraq the firsttime, knowing that a war awaited them ...Eventually, they made their way to the address they had for Woodward, andit turned out to be a mid-range hotel. They went to the front desk, andtold the manager that they were looking for Mr. Woodward.The manager made a face, but then said, "If you would please wait in thelounge, I will send a message to the person you're looking for."The four of them went to the. So he kept sleeping with her and I think maybe that’s when he fell in love with her, because he asked her to marry him, and that had nothing to do with his con. He didn’t need a wife. He needed a hot looking girlfriend to divert attention from him while he sold drugs.But she married him, thinking she was moving on with her life. She also thought she was letting her brother move on with his life. And do you know what I think? Remember that bullshit they used to tell us about “practicing to make.