Later, Mom had met Dad at the University of Maryland in College Park, married him, and settled into life–first as an Air Force wife, and then as the...wife of a pilot with Delta Air Lines and living in Covington, Georgia, just outside of metropolitan Atlanta. My younger brother, Carl, and I were born and grew up there, me in 1979, and him in 1981. My name is Louis Chandler, by the way–Lou to my friends–and ‘Lou-Zer’ to my ex-wife. **** Why am I here in Minnesota, you ask? Well, my job had brought. Clemmy had the merest split second to dodge that flying fist and the impact was a fraction of that intended. It hurt, though and that wretched cut had been opened again, and only seconds into the fight! This was a poor start and she could feel the disapproval of her fellow cage women."Come on, Clemmy" muttered James. "You can do better than that!"He was soon reassured as his former girlfriend got into her stride and landed a beautifully timed straight right on the other woman, making her blink. Only twenty-one and within four years of working for the Iversen's she had already helped her gain many reputable clients. They helped her pay her way through college so far and soon she would be finished pre-med and one step closer to being a doctor. Mrs. Iversen always showed her great appreciation, tipped her often and gave her large bonuses for every Holiday. They trusted her like family, and left her to do most of her cleaning when they weren't around. They let her use their computers to. ... Oh absolutely, it had to be Rick. Seducing him, then fucking his brains out was item number one on the agenda. I started by strategically positioning my desk where he had a full panty shot any time he looked out his office door. He initially tried to be coy and look away, but the more he resisted, the more openly I flashed him. His mouth was watering with every glimpse of my thighs in less than a week. Next I employed the "accidental" contact approach... slowly rubbing my tight little ass.