They could well be the same files that I’d already seen in New Jersey. Or not.I glanced at my cell, 3:10. Both drawers done, I relocked the cabinet,...taking care not scratch anything.I turned to Rowley’s desk, to the two folders that lay open. Snap, snap, snap. Middle drawer — just the usual home office bumf. Pens, pencils, Stanley 12-foot tape measure, stamps, two utility bills from New Jersey.The three drawers on the right side weren’t locked, but I shot everything, every single sheet of paper. It hadn't worked out, for all the reasons it began in the first place, and eight years had faded it into some unstated Life Lesson -- the time when he was a father, the time when he Got Serious for the first time (two long-term relationships since then, clocking in at 2 years and 4 respectively), when balancing his budget had Really Mattered, when he'd first thought about Buying A House and Planning For The Future. He'd let it all slide once they split up, because that sudden lack of. She driftedinto sleep. I remained awake, trying to sort out my emotions, but theeffort failed. Rational thought eluded me. I just pressed my facedeeper into its warm shelter and felt my penis straining against itscock cage.I remained like that for what seemed to be two hours. Eventually Iheard Niecy and Shawna come through the front door of the luxurioushome I no longer owned. Maxine stirred.The big woman said, "Got to get up now, Wendy. Give my rosebud a kissgoodbye."I pursed my lips and. At 6:58, my doorbell rang. I jumped. Glancing into the mirror, I looked myself over quickly. I’d chosen a green long sleeve button down blouse, tucked into black slacks, with a pair of high-heeled black boots. Underneath, was a matching bra and panties set. Black. Not that it mattered, atleast I didn’t think so. Shrugging, my gaze traveled up through the mirror. I’d chosen medium sized silver hoop earrings and applied just enough make up to look classy, not overdone. I’d scrunched and dried my.