”“You’re a smart girl, Natalya Vasilyevna.”“I’m a Russian girl who is playing for keeps!”And she was calculating, correctly, that she co...ldn’t be sure which decision I might make if push came to shove, and she was right. I’d dodged a bullet, for the moment, though I suspected Angie was going to continue the full-court press on going to bed together, and that would be the point of no return, one way or the other.I wasn’t going to sleep with both of them, which meant that if I did decide to sleep. I want us to help each other, not be at odds." Believe me, Jerry, you are one person that I would never want to hurt. You are an innocent bystander in this whole mess. I'll meet you at the insurance office in about an hour. I'll need to take my kids to my mother's.I was in the insurance company's parking lot waiting for Connie. I'm not up much on this insurance stuff so I hope she was being honest with me. All I had left was my home and personal belongings. I did have six years in my retirement. “Hey guys, what were you doing in here?” I ask curiously. Are they having a secret meeting about all of this?Phoebe speaks up.“Uh… I was just collecting some things from Mast-... I mean Dylan. Our boxes got mixed around in the car,” she says.I look behind her on the bed and see the same box she was carrying earlier, only this time I can see the contents. It seems to contain some camera equipment.“Oh, I didn’t know you guys were getting into photography,” I say trying to make small talk.Phoebe. .he needed to know. "Ugh, yeah..." The voice came from the stall. It was a deep sexii voice that would make anyone melt if whispered close to there ears. Karl's heart was beating fast as he went to push the stall door open. The Door slowly opened and there he was, one of the most popular, muscular, finest guys in the school, Jerking his huge, thick, veiny, hard cock. This boii's name was Dylan. Dylan was a lacrosse player with a nice lean muscular body. His little white tan covered his skin.