”Joe took the phone and handed it to the judge. “I assume it’s on the screen I need to see,” she stated.Richard answered, “Yes. You can scro...ll up if you need.”“Mrs. Khoury, are you aware of these messages?”Christine swallowed hard, “No.”“Is this not a picture of you naked with the words ‘Wishing you a happy birthday in my birthday suit’?“I’m not sure,” the ther****t held her ground.“Bailiff, please show this to the petitioner.”Deputy Pierre did as instructed. Christine looked at the device.. She had her head tilted back and her eyes closed as he mauled her body. Sucking her nipples, flicking her clit, fingering her cunt. Before I knew it, her legs gave way as her orgasm took over and Hardman gently lowered her to the floor before she fell.“Looks like your little slut’s enjoying herself,” he said, as he began stripping off his clothes.Hardman naked wasn't a pretty sight. The only hair he had left was on each side of his head and all over his body. He had a pot-bellied beer gut that. My life was MADE. My confidence was coming back up and my technique, speed and agility were getting better. I was getting a little thinner and taller too. The next time Lucy and I fought, the match came to a draw. Step one in the right direction. Afterwards, when we were getting changed and showered I noticed that Lucy looked good. Her breasts weren’t small; she was curvy, but nice curvy. In the next competition, I was determined that I would make things change. I would win three things: the. I looked through them, one by one. Boring stuff, stuff I already knew. This wasn’t good, this wasn’t progress, I needed progress. I typed in ‘Facebook.com’ and went to the homepage. She was already logged in, I was in. I went through her messages, person by person. Not even an old crush I could find. Her conversations were all so clinical, all so useless.Twitter? She didn’t have one. LinkedIn? Didn’t help me at all. I had no clue what to even do from there. Reddit, Runescape, MySpace?! Nothing..