” “A year?” Vivie closed her laptop and covered her mouth with her fingertips. I know the bitch is laughing at me. “Yea. Now tell me who got y...ur cookie last Saturday.” Vivie, a brilliant accounting manager with a promising future, was such a skank. She had an underground reputation amongst colleagues of being an easy get. She would never tell it, but those that got always did. Couldn’t believe I was getting the foul tidbits from the cow’s mouth. “James... His name is James.” “Oh? Where did you. “Oh, fuck…” I said to myself. “Nina, come here.”But she didn’t move, just breathed yet a little louder.So I got up, knelt, and reached for her shorts, pulling them down and off. She wriggled but didn’t really put up a fight. When I rolled her on her back, however, after getting hit by the absolute gorgeousness of her front, with her crotch completely shaven and how ridiculously beautiful her pussy looked with those puffy mounds covering that thin, little pink-lipped slit that had given me so. "Mark laughed. "Hunting used to be important to me, too," he said. "Just doesn't appeal much now, you know?"The young Hispanic girl nodded slowly. "I would guess not, after being where people kill each other just as easy." You got it," he said appreciatively. "All those looks and brains, too," he said.She felt her face warm with another blush. I don't blush that easy, what the hell? she asked herself. She knew that Mark was lightly hitting on her, and she liked that. He was damn hot now. Her. Brockton creamed Braintree in record time. The score was twenty to fourteen when the game ended. The crowd went wild in the stadium. Men and women from Brockton cheered as their home team ran victoriously through the stadium. Marcus was cheering louder than most of them. I joined him, showing him and everyone else just how loud I could be. At some point, he turned around and saw me yelling and cheering for Brockton. He looked at me, smiled and shook his head. I winked at him. He grinned and.