We explained very clearly that if he were to ever even attempt to contact Heather without her permission he would find himself behind bars so fast eve... his shadow wouldn't be able to keep up. Then with the FBI standing right there, I hit the bastard with a full, roundhouse, haymaker knocking him flat on his ass, "That's for Heather, you sick bastard," I told him and then we left.Apparently Vicky had said something to Heather because right after Heather moved in she started making sure she. ”“Don… Uh, it’s getting warm in here.”She pulled her sweater over her head and I could make out the shape of her tits under her t-shirt; her nipples already hard as my cock was getting.“So, instead of kicking his ass, which he does need, why don’t you just sleep with his wife? I like it all…..”My mind was spinning. Yes, I had wanted Jo’s little body, in every imaginable way, since the first day we all worked together in the store. But I never intended to lay my hands on her… now she was. When the room was brightly lit, she pulled the coffee table in front of the couch away and stood in front of him, his view of her unimpeded. "There, that'll do," she said. "What--" Now wait just a minute. I'll be right back. I have to go to the bathroom." She grinned excitedly and literally skipped away, breasts bouncing, and disappeared. He sat there waiting. His mind was ticking over slowly, still trying to comprehend what she had said, that she had always loved him. He had just decided not. Duncan’s chuckle and final comment, ‘Life is never boring in this place,’ trailed behind her. –~~– A crash reverberated from the other side of the door. Jessie’s hand was suspended above the doorknob as unintelligible yelling and more crashing sounds ensued. This was surreal, she thought. Her past lovers had never gotten drunk during their week with her. That usually happened after the week was over, and their binge drinking would end with a badly sung love song on her front lawn accompanied by.