" he replied."Yeah, so you are talking two fifty?" I asked."A little more than that," he suggested."At two fifty you get your trade in out of a weapon...that you know a gun nut would never touch. Once they have been neglected, you never get all the pitting out. In my case I don't care resale has nothing to do with my decision, but how many like me are you going to find?" I asked."Three hundred and we can deal," he suggested."I can't believe I am going to do this with a man I have over a barrel,. He was taking me supper and to the opening of Titanic. Supper was quite enjoyable; I genuinely like eating at the Outback. The movie was great! It was so heartwarming and sad at different points, and Terry held me when I cried. Always the gentleman, when appropriate. Not so much when we could get alone and naked. I was much the same. I was the “lady in the street and a whore in the sheets,” while he was a “gentleman in the street and a beast between the sheets.”We typically went out on a date. What he termed "normal stories" drifted in at any time of day or night. They were mostly about the doings of the local population as individuals, or as business news; sports news; education news, and a regular column or two about what the Colony administration was up to, ; or new laws, regulations, or policies being promulgated.He was deep in one story when his phone rang. "Rehome News. Tom Pfeiffer here." Tom – you wanted to speak to me?" It was the Governor."Yes, sir. Sorry to bother you, but. Breathy. I felt my dick get hard as I looked her up and down. Her platinum blonde hair reached her tight little ass, and she had this cute slightly trimmed pussy, and when spread, it was pink and obviously tight. She had C-cup tits, and her nipples were small, and a perfect pink, with a little barbell through each. It was a glorious sight to see. "Alright, but I get a little mean when I get into this," I warned, giving her one last chance to say 'no'. "I understand baby," she said and got on.