Let’s see what these crazy cunts have in mind...” and giggling as she continues holding his collar. He’s pulling against her grip – he’s def...nitely ready!Angelica’s husband directs her to, “Okay ... Assume the position, hands and knees ... Get yourself ready, then we’ll let the dog do whatever he wants, okay?”She nods – a knowing nod, and sighs, “Okay, whatever you say, Mr Spielberg...” It sounds like the kind of thing she’s said to him a lot during their private filming sessions... She drops. We’ll head over to Kuznetzov, Kazinsky, and Streltsov in about twenty minutes.”“That sounds like a hockey team,” I chuckled. “Or a chess team!”“Five Russian lawyers who defected about ten years ago when they were in Germany for a Warsaw Pact/NATO meeting.”“«Я любл это!»” I chuckled.“Huh?”“I love it, or an approximation, anyway. I don’t really speak Russian, but I am «культурный»!”“OK, I think I got that one - ‘cultured’?”“Yes, as in knowing how to act properly. The opposite is «некультурный»,. I laughed and said, What here. Yea, where you think we mean, get that fucking underware off, he shouted back at me. I laughed and unclipped my bra and threw it to them. And that fucking piece of string between your legs, another shouted. I hooked my fingers into the thin waistband and pulled them down and off, then tossed the small piece of material to them as well. They threw it and my bra along side some trash bins along side my dress. I was now stood outside in the middle of a caravan. She couldn't remain there after her divorce, and even if they stayed together, she certainly didn't want to be known as the wife of a man who was fired for sexual harassment.But the more she thought about it, the more she wanted to remain married to Preston. She loved him, despite his brutish behavior of the past two weeks.She consulted her real estate agent, who told her about a town in Wyoming that might be a good place for the two of them to live. Like Titshurt, it was small, quaint and.