He kind of laughed, and said, “Maybe this was meant to be. He’s been eyeing you up since day one.'I scoffed – no way!' At least, I had never not...ced it. Either way, shit was about to get real and I had to come up with a plan of action for when I walked through his door. I started shaking as we pulled up to his house. I checked my makeup in the mirror, and slowly got out of the car. My knees almost gave out as I walked up the path, and I held my breath as I rang the doorbell and listened to his. Well, we know, hell it'sprobably 30% of my business. The special ones like you, even tell us in so manyways, hoping to get caught. Well you did, I used you, and I won. Each of thegirls had one hour to try and push you too far. No sex was allowed (Nancy is introuble) and no pain was allowed (Trish is going to get it) They tried, oh I cansee they really tried, but you must be the slut I figured you for. So now I get1 hour with each of them. All together, one place, one time, and I can. I stayed downstairs, Joanie was in the loft unpacking, I suggested that she have a bath and get dressed for bed while I fixed dinner.While she bathed downstairs I heated a skillet, fried some potatoes with onions and peppers then sautéed two perch filets while spinach simmered.Joanie was clad in a robe that she’d cinched tightly around her as she climbed the staircase/ladder to the loft. I’d finished dinner so I sat sipping a Coke, yes, a Coke, God I wanted a Maker’s Mark but, because of the. He felt bad for not having visited her more often, but he couldn't stand the sight of his mother around. How could she choose that asshole over her own children? It didn't matter now. Craig was ready to take Monica away from all this mess. It was true what Monica said. They were each other's family.Craig decided to go upstairs to help Monica pack. He rushed up and saw that his mother had made what used to be his room into a gym so she and that prick Stephen could work out. He cringed at the.