Harrison made numerous calls to bankers. Vanessa was calling doctors.Brandi called a moving company and a tow truck. In the span of an hour,my apart...ment was emptied and moved to storage. My car was towed away.Several lawyers arrived. I found it interesting, and comforting, thatHarrison stressed they were representing me. I hadn't actually realizedsaying "yes" meant "right now." They were probably worried I'd change mymind, which I might have if given time to think. But I wasn't. My. After two more beers she was drunk, not so much that she couldn’t control herself but drunk enough that she was willing to forget why she had been mad at him before, and following him though the door of his apartment. ‘What do you want to watch?’ He asked, crouching in front of a stack of DVDs on the floor. ‘I don’t care, pick something.’ She replied, sitting on the couch. It bounced a little as she fell into it, good spring, she thought. He put in Pineapple Express and sat down next to her. I closed my eyes and all I could feel was his cock inside me. It may have been the noise of my ass clashing against his thighs, I may have moaned loud, and I as brought back with Martins yelling What the fuck is that? I froze, lost my strength and sat down on Karls legs. Martin stood up in front of me, with a full view of my naked body and Karls cock deep inside me. There was a terrible silence for a while, but I had an inspiration: Martin was wearing his boxers, and I saw his erection. . You put us ahead." I had a hell of a lot of incentive," the man said."Oh?"She felt a little uneasy at that. Both the kicker and Bradford were staring at her in a way she couldn't quite put into words. They obviously expected more from her. But how much more?"Yeah, you know," said the player. "Like Mr. Bradford here said."He obviously expected a lot more. And the girl was beginning to get the glimmerings of what that "incentive" promised by Bradford had been."And exactly what was it Mr. Bradford.