Ms. Hall was a brunette with nice cans and a posterior that didn’t look bad, either. Sabrina and I were looking through binoculars at the festivitie... on the beach, separate binocs. Presently, Stansfield was doing his best imitation of a man about to bury the hatchet, so to speak. Only his hatchet was on the short side. I’m not one to compare, but I can see why his wife preferred the axe in my pants to the hatchet in his. Stansfield had his hands on his secretary’s breasts and was doing a. " but you are fat... like really fucking fat... and I'm hot... like really fucking hot....so I deserve to do this to you. Someone as hot as me should not have to look at someone so ugly. Since I have to suffer this inconvenience I'm going to humiliate you to make up for it ." Cristy said smiling an innocent smile . SHE'S SO MEAN I HATE HER THOUGHT KATE. Words she thought often. She seemed to be Cristy favorite target. She had been embarrassing her in public for seven years now. One time Cristy. And that time wouldn't be too long: Her visa was expiring, and she would have to leave America... unless she qualified for accelerated naturalization, say, as the spouse of a citizen. And I knew she wanted to stay. But I had to be careful. It mustn't seem like gratitude or a payoff for this proud, tough woman who'd worked and thought her way out of the slums of Singapore.A couple of days later, as I was leaving her place after a deliciously languorous night of intermittent fucking and dozing,. “Okay, then, Sis. Say you were stuck in a largely uninhabited world or land, and you had to found a civilization, so you got to take nine other people with you, some men, some women. None of them could be from this family, so who would they be and why? Bear in mind that you’re the sort of matriarch of this new society, though it wouldn’t have to be matriarchal after you were gone,” Sarah asked cleverly.“Nine other people, and not from this tribe, eh? Could they be historical persons as well as.