"Good job, Lucy," I said. "Let me get those drinks." Lucy had a mysterious look on her face and what she said was even more mysterious. "How about for... this next game I choose something different for the winner? I'll write it down on a piece of paper and whoever wins gets to open it." "Okay, but keep it simple, if you please." Lucy took two post-it notes from her purse and wrote something on each one. She folded them both and put them into her purse. Once again, she got the best of me. She. He opened his briefcase and put some paperwork on the table. Thumbing through it, I saw my husband's signature but it was all in legalese. "What does this mean, Kawan?" It means that your husband signed over everything to our organization. Your cars, your bank accounts, even your home." He said in a somber voice."My home?! Are you saying I'd have no place to live?" I asked him shocked. He shook his head. "No, of course not. We're not throwing you out on the street but you need to know your. I told Tim that Mark had invited us to his apartment and Tim said I think we should go. Mark returned to the table and off we went to Mark?s apartment. In the apartment, Mark made us drinks and as Tim sat on the couch, Mark put on some music and we danced again. This time he not only felt my ass cheeks he also felt my 34B breast. He felt my hard nipples, rolling each one between his fingers making each harder and hurting just a bit to make me hotter and hornier. I looked at Tim sitting there. "Had quite a wild ride with your young house guest." Really? I knew she had had a tough time of it, but I didn't realise it was something that bad."."She carries a lot of scars." Anna looked sad. "It's made worse by the fact that she is empathic. Since her change, she's had a horrific time of things, and all the pain and hate she's experienced is in there. I inadvertently tripped the memory of how she lost her hand. It's monstrous that someone could treat their child like that. I'm going to.