Liv put the P-22 in a leather ankle holster and the Steyr in the holster at the small of her back. Clipped in her front, jean pocket was a Spyderco En...dura with the Emerson quick opener. The pocket knife would flip itself open by catching on her pocket if she yanked it out in a hurry.Liv and Finn reached for the P-90 submachine gun in the back seat at the same time. "Hey, how come you get the P-90?" Finn asked. Neither released their grip on the weapon. "I gave you a ride and saved your life,. You cannot cook me. I am a senior. Also, I am a guy." "Nonsense," Ann said. "You were causing a ruckus in my kitchen and putting the helpers at risk. Perhaps you didn't notice, but there are a lot of dangerous things here. Causing someone to lose their focus can cause them to lose their life." "But...." "But nothing. It is in my rights, as head cook, to dispatch - however I see fit - anyone endangering a worker in my kitchen. Just be happy I am not putting a spit through. At that time, I had a good-paying job, an extremely active sex life. I was working 5 days a week, hanging out with friends at work and generic.I had hookups with colleagues, bosses, and friends. My husband, was, as usual, busy with his business trips to the USA which lasted 2-3 weeks, sometimes a month. Here I was busy getting my pussy greased by a variety of cocks. I had no regrets of cheating my husband. Strangely I’ve never have had any hang-ups on cheating. Whether it’s cheating my husband. ‘Did I say something wrong?’ ‘My mother introduces me to new gold diggers every week.’ ‘And?’ ‘I’m fed up with that. I don’t want a woman that likes my house better than me.’ ‘But it’s a beautiful house,’ Kate teased him as they walked into a large office with French windows that seemed to lead into the garden. He still seemed too tense for words, Kate thought. ‘Oh, come on. No one can be that stupid. To marry just to get a house. Really. You have to live together as well.’ ‘You bet those.