"Marissa didn't want anything to do with the restaurant side of the operation. She was the (self-trained) accountant and handled all the numbers. Alan...told her what he wanted or needed. She told him how much he could spend.They hired the kitchen and service staff a couple of months ago, and the week before they had a dry run for friends and family. It was a disaster. Orders were mixed up. Food was cold. They ran out of meatballs. The soda fountains wouldn't mix the Diet Pepsi syrup with the. It was a shock for her and all of us when her husband left her when I was about 18- I could hear her tell my mom what a slut the new younger girlfriend is and how she probably “let's him do all the dirty stuff he always goes on about”- I spent a while wondering what that dirty stuff could be. I noticed around then that she started dressing a little differently- shorter skirts and lower cut tops showing off her big tits. I could swear she was sometimes knickerless too from the brief glimpses I'd. “There’s only Bill O’Reilly down here at the moment and I guess he’ll sleep another two hours. So here is a bag to put your valuables in. Empty all your pockets then throw your clothes out here on the floor.” She turned the water on in a corner shower stall. It began to steam and G2’s shivers shook him nearly off his feet. “Choose clothes out of the closet when you are done. I’ll wash these and you can have them back if you want them. You use that yellow soap all over, even your hair, and use a. Making out. We had been at it for a while, her 5' 4" frame underneath my6' 2" body, softly moaning as our tongues quietly fought each other. Mydick was rock hard, 5 inches of pulsating flesh, excited to be finallyholding this little brunette girl. Little did she know that this was allabout to change.I pulled out my (other) secret weapon, something I had just bought fromthat weird store in the mall just a couple of hours before: it was a justa normal TV remote, or so she thought."What is that?".