Joan was taping his work on her camera. I went to him and said, "Matt, this is my building. How is it condemned?"He was uncomfortable but said, "Miss ...merson sent me here to do this." Matt, you are here. I know there has been no examination of the building by anyone but me. I will have an engineering report performed for insurance purposes. It will show no damage. I will sue the AEMA, you, and your boss if that tape is not removed within thirty minutes. Since you are being taped including this. . Tall and shapely, darkly tanned skin, and lots of thick black hair. She’s dressed for a trip to the shops rather than an appearance on national television, in mum jeans and a baggy sweater.She keeps her head down at first, walking in our direction rather than toward us – as if she doesn’t know she’s being filmed, but as she gets closer we note that she’s smiling as she looks up – the façade falling away completely as she covers the last few meters and comes to a halt on her mark.She looks. She got up and pushing me back started abusing me for interruptingtheir session. She angrily slapped me and then told the guy to holdme. The guy, after some initial hesitancy held me tight from theback and I could not move. My SIL brought some ropes and then tiedme to a chair and gagged me in the room and then coolly told the guyto fuck her. I was sobbing as I say my SIL sitting on the bed withthe guy standing near her, while she took his (by now) limp penis inher moth and was fondling his. Bremer had shared the man’s history, sad as it was. His wife had died of consumption five seasons earlier. His son, his son’s husband and wife, and his only grandchild had died in a fire two seasons later. Since then, he’d continued in a thoughtless daze, tending his ranch for no reason other than he knew nothing else. Bremer thought he was just marking time, waiting for when he could re-join his family in his god’s gentle embrace.Still, he’d volunteered for this fight gladly. When she’d asked.