Like that slut who stole my husband.Ingrid MoralesI wasn’t in any trouble, so I hummed as I headed for the door. Mom was going to spank one of those...two. She looked pissed. My pigtails danced about me as I reached the door and opened it. The amazing scent of lavender proceeded with the girl who stood on my door.“You’re ... Jolene, right?” I asked the White girl standing on my porch. She had brown hair and hazel eyes, glasses perched on her nose. She was two years older than me, new at my school. Adding implications that he is betraying his job and taking her into his confidence should have made her more pliable. Then the near rape, combined with a fortuitous rescue, another tried and tested fail-safe method to break resistance. The shock treatment, designed to instil gratitude and trust is usually enough to break even the most difficult cases, and what does she do? Kick her valiant rescuer out of her room and refuses to see him, or even speak to him, instead of taking him to bed and. "I've got some other news to share, a little better this time." What's that?" I've met a gentleman who shares my interest in raising horses. I have seen him at several social events and I really enjoy his company. I have invited him down to visit this weekend." Jill, that's wonderful. I am happy for you. I just hope he is deserving of a woman such as you. But if he isn't, I will gladly run him off without a problem."Jill laughed. "That won't be a problem, Kyle. I have already checked him out. Unless someone else is shipping something in my containers that I don't know about, tell the Drug folks they are welcome."David heard a muffled, "Open 'em up." Then he heard, "Holy Shit!" Mr. Anderson, will you come to the shop?" Sure." Bring your titles, please." Not a problem ... as soon as Grace gets here and tells me where they are." Grace?" My wife." Inside, David was laughing his ass off. Outside he said, "Grace Anderson." Where is Grace?" This was a different voice. Another muffled voice.