It wouldn't be a romantic date, but it wouldn't be sitting around alone." I'd love to!" Lisa said looking up with a broad smile."I have a client," She...ri said, more wistful."That reminds me," I said, "you mentioned a business deal on the phone. Can you share more about it?"She paused, and then nodded. "I have a client who wants me to form an agency with him. He'd provide the financial backing to get us started, and the technical side." How much of a technical side is there?" I asked."Well, he. Still hiding out from her abusively violent ex, a dirty Boston cop, and still afraid, she was comfortable living within the safety of her small room. With her mail going to her Post Office Box, but for a few of Hannah’s Mennonite relatives and friends, no one knew she lived there, not even the mailman, not her whore of a mother, not her perversely perverted, incestuous brothers, and especially not her angry ex-husband who threatened to kill her for divorcing him. She thought she had a good. I heard a click and looked back to see he had his phone. "Did you take a picture of me?" I shrieked, jumping up."Yes. You look too hot not to. You can't see your face. Here, look," he said showing me his phone.And I was glad he did. The butt plug had a faux diamond end to it and I did look really hot with my firm ass spread with a glistening diamond where my hole should be.I can't have you jumping up again, though, naughty girl. He roughly pushed me face down on the bed again and spread my. The next couple of weeks went by quietly. I spent a lot of time making use of the new "walking cast." I walked up and down the stairs at home, I walked around the block, and I walked circles around Grammy's yard sales on Sunday mornings. I walked as much as possible in order to regain whatever flexibility, stamina and strength I could now that my leg was only in a half cast. And I walked, simply because I could!I spent as much time as I could helping the Morrisons with little things around the.