“What the hell just happened?” Embridge said.For the first time in Embridge’s experience, Atwood appeared visibly confused and shaken. One momen... they were attempting to investigate a possible link to acquire the Kendricks property; the next moment, that ‘link’ up and walked out on them.“I think you insulted him,” Atwood said after a moment.“I should think so,” Embridge responded. “He can hardly claim to be qualified, given his age.”“Do you know that for certain, Jason? Have you done your. Sie lag hier, nur bekleidet mit einem kurzen Rock und einer weißen Bluse, die kaum in der Lage war, ihre riesigen Brüste zu verdecken. Aber das passte ja, immerhin waren diese Monstertitten ja auch der Grund für ihre Probleme.Sie nahm eine Locke ihres pinken Haares zwischen die Finger und verzwirbelte sie, während sie in Gedanken noch einmal den vergangenen Tag geschehen ließ. Es hatte ein tolles Frühstück gegeben, ein paar angenehme Schulstunden und sogar ein einigermaßen gutes Mittagessen.. Bob was momentarily mystified.Someone has been looking at my pics. The only possible solution to this puzzle hit him like a ton of bricks."Beth Newman! Well, well, well," he said aloud. It looks as if little Beth has been fooling around with my computer and somehow discovered my secret set of photos... that nosey bitch. She must not be as innocent as she seems."Bob, I have to have some help down here, please!" This "request" sounded more serious than the first.Bob made an inventory of what. This made perfect sense to me. Again, five minutes or less around Peter and women were dropping their panties and whimpering 'Take me!'. Peter was apparently a walking chemical atomic bomb that loudly broadcasted "I am the perfect Alpha male". Faced with this, what woman could refuse him? Furthermore, all of the other Beta males like our friends looked up to him, rarely resenting when he poached upon their own females ... back in the old days in school, or even today when their wives snuck off.