It’s not like I was going to sue either of them anyway.”Wordlessly, Ainsley offered her a pen. With another client, Emily would have just talked h...rself out of some or all of the money she was being offered by admitting Nick’s non-liability. Even a bad lawyer would have warned her to keep her mouth shut.Emily signed and handed back the folder and pen. “I thought the job and the apartment were to keep me from suing.”Ainsley put the folder away. “Unless Nick said so and you agreed to it, they. All Marty’s bravado had now evaporated. He had made a mistake and needed to extricate himself from this situation. Marty had never been fisted and also had no intention of that ever happening to him, but the dick he was looking at would mean that he would have cock the size of a large fist rammed up his arsehole.“Juan, I really sorry for messing with you and I humbly apologize… but I simply cannot go through with this, please forgive me,” Marty sincerely stated.“Mmmm,” Juan countered, before. It wasn't till we were done that Barry noticed my face. "Have you been crying?" he asked with concern in his voice. Jim looked on with the same look of concern. "I'm sorry," I said. Does it show? "What happened?" Barry asked. "It's stupid," I replied. "If it made you cry, it's not stupid," he answered.I took a deep breath. "I saw Roy kissing another girl," I said, and then burst into tears again. Barry had never met Roy. He scooped me in his arms and hugged me. "I'm sorry s*s," he said. "What. “What about cotton?” Seamus asked.“We were told that it was too labor intensive,” Kell answered.“WOW! Wait a minute!” Mark said. “Didn’t Eli Whitney invent the Cotton Gin in about1792?” he asked.“Yes, in our Reality,” I answered.“Wait...!” Sererena stated. “Are you saying that they don’t even know about the Cotton Gin yet, let alone have any?”“It sounded that way to us,” Kell told her.“But why?” Gwyn asked in a puzzled voice.“Think about it. Kell and I have on the way back here,” I told her and.