He ought to scream pretty loud over maybe a couple of hundred thousand he thought he was going to steal from you." Well, all right," Catalina sighed. ...I may be willing to accept a less-than-ideal settlement for the sake of shutting him up, but I won't cave in to ninety grand, either. We'll just have to see what happens next Wednesday. Now, can I point out that the little pain in the ass is behind us, and he's going to be there for the next few days? I don't want to have to bitch about the. Haven't you ever wondered how it would be with him, if he would screw any different than your own husband?"The other woman held up her glass for a refill. "Yes, I have. I envied you, because Bill always seemed so attentive, and I thought: lucky girl--she's getting all the laying she wants. Oh damn; I'm getting myself all mixed up, too. Maybe I'm just scared. I never--never screwed anybody else since I married Chuck, and only two boys before him. I--I don't know--"Regina squeezed her hand.. Since it was pretty early in the morning, there was no one else there. Just Amanda, in shorts and a tank top, slamming her foot into the guts of a hanging punching bag like it owed her money. Her knee, then her heel, then her palm, then her knee again, all of it crashed home as she grunted and punched and punched and punched. It was the kind of body-smashing session that you kind of expected to end with the leather giving way in a neat and dramatic way. But while Amanda was fierce, she wasn’t. This was dangerous. He found himself growingaroused and didn't want his son to notice. He wanted to get this job overand done with as quickly as possible. "Let's hurry up and go sort this messout," Frank said carrying two of the hampers upstairs to his room. Peterfollowed behind with the third hamper brimming with bras and panties rightin front of his face. "Remember what your mother said we have to do," Frank said as hequickly dumped the massive mountain of sexy underwear on the king-sizebed.".