No one’s job would survive, not mine, not Pat’s, not yours. She is a vindictive bitch. That is why I don’t rock the boat. I would be fine, I am ...inancially set. But where would a guy like Pat go. He’ll be 60 next month and still has a kid in college. No one would hire him at his age. Same with a few others. And you, you moved thousands of miles away from home.” Abbey’s demeanor changed immediately. She had been harboring anger, and disrespect and doubts ever since she met Rhonda two months. "I smiled. "I hope so too. That's why I'm working so hard to get everything in and unpacked before the Rents find out."They all nodded and he said, "Hope it works. Thanks for the coke."The other two thanked me also and I thanked them for the help.They put my railing back up and one of them helped me finish unloading Henry. I just had a couple small bookcases left. Once everything was in I thanked them again and got busy unpacking. I didn't do a real neat job but I did get some things unpacked. I was impressed at the beauty of this seemingly innocent nymphet. She had blond hair and blue eyes. She stood at about 5'4" tall and had some tits that looked a little too large for her trim body. Occasionally, she would giggle as her suitor's hand went too far up her taught thighs and his fingers bumped her moist pussy. Once in a while his hand would stay all of the way up her dress and she would squirm as he laughed. As she was about to say something, he held her head as he kissed her hard on. " She grinned lecherously again. "If you know what I mean." Uh ... yeah. I think I know what you mean."They were now climbing the ramp to the third level. "I thought you just might," Sylvia said softly. "Are you sure I can't talk you into that drink?" I'm sure," Meghan said. "But maybe you'd like to come over for dinner some night?"Sylvia's eyes lit up. "To your place?" Yes," Meghan said. "My husband likes your column—he's into that whole football and baseball thing—and he makes an absolutely.