If not for a kindly woman she met one day, Maria and baby Ramon might have died there on the streets. Veronica Sanders was a feminist from way back be...fore the term feminist was even coined, she taught Maria to hate ALL men but the one man she could never had was her son, Ramon, who was an innocent in her eyes. Even though Maria now hated 99.999999999999 + infinity % of all men in the world, she still loved Ramon more than life itself. If any other man had approached her sexually that day, she. His eyes wandered downward, discovering a flat, toned belly, with barely visible abs. Her diet had paid off, certainly.Her nice, muscular ass not in the view, sadly, Jason still had enough to admire: The front of the older woman, so fuckably arrayed in front of him. She had the most perfect hourglass figure he could dream of. She lay there, one leg crossed over the other, her long, muscular legs ending in small, pedicured feet.And, was there more? Yes, there was.The thong had shifted slightly. From what I can determine, this Matthews has connections, not just with the army, but with the FBI. Do I really want that bunch of hoodlums aware of me? They play by their own rules, and I’ve heard that if they want you badly enough and can’t legitimately get anything on you, they’ll make it up and swear before a judge that it happened.My target is living in this Matthews’ Retreat — as they call it — atop that mountain with only one way up there. From what I can determine, there is absolutely. “I wasn’t going to tell anyone when I moved here. I didn’t want people feeling sorry for me. I have some things I need to learn and some of them will take time. But it’s not like I’m handicapped or anything like that. I’m just a normal girl just with a really bad memory.” I grinned at her trying to lighten the mood.“After last night you call yourself normal!” her tone worried me, I had thought she was ok with what happened last night.“Last night you weren’t normal, you were incredible.” Wishes.