It was being rather optimistic to expect those two malicious calls would result in two divorces but who knows? Those jerks had no right to fire Luke C...oleman on a whim. Well what now? It had all happened so quickly that Luke had no idea. He’d been the company’s designer of new products and product developer. Workers with his talent were scarce and he’d believed his job was secured even through the next Great Flood or lesser world catastrophes. He went home and told his mom and she hugged him to. But wow, it takes all afternoon just todo the sheets.I wash Mr. Feyla's sheets first, because they are the most disgusting.It takes three washes (the first one with bleach) before they're cleanagain. Then I wash Morgen's sheets and then, following Morgen'sinstructions, I make both of their beds.I fluff the pillows and admire the clean pillow cases and the nice,freshly washed sheets, feeling how wonderful it is to make things right,so that Mr. Feyla can come home to a soft clean bed and a get a. The one who started all of the trouble there. Why did Thad call you the Ghost of Atlanta?” he asked.“Yes, that was me,” I answered with a sigh. “He called me the ‘Ghost’ because the authorities never really saw me,” I added.“We heared about it on the radio, but didn’t put much stock in it. You can’t believe the news. They often get things wrong or only report what they want you to know. Did you hang all of them folks?” he asked.“Yes, I did. Some of them were just rotten people, and some had. Take my ass. Take whatever you want baby. He moaned "oh God" as he lunged in again. His body was trembling. His breathing was short and quick. He had put my legs on his shoulders and had them raised straight up. He wrapped his arms around my legs and made sure he moved me in as close as he could. That cock was jerking from pleasure as he fucked me. Damn, he went deep. As he squeezed my legs closer, the thrusts went deeper than he has ever gone before and I loved it. The pain was incredible and.