My hair was long, so I did it up in a pony-tail,found some lipstick and eye shadow and some of those tiny little socksthat women wear, the ones that d...on't even come up to the ankle, andthrew it all on. Someone had left some perfume, so I spritzed it onmyself. Then I walked into his office. Mr. Bryant, that was hisname. He looked up and asked me what the hell I was doing. I toldhim I was going to suck his cock and swallow all his juicy cum, andthen he was going to fuck me and give me load. Duggan got his hands to the shotgun in the foot well - but the Escalade rolled before he could bring it around in the confined space. There was a boom and a scream as everything went wrong way, right way, the wrong way and the right way again. "You muthfucka!" wailed Duggan, arterial blood spraying from where he'd shot himself in the right thigh. The goon on the left grabbed hold of me- big hands around my throat - I shot him again--three more times and he slumped forwards. "I'll fuckin do you,. You could sue him!" I know. But I got back at him." How?" I told him that the lace teddy underneath was at least worthy of a V.P. slot, and that I gave head like a CEO." Oh, my!" Peony blushed and started to giggle."Did you see the look on his face?"'I did. It must have had a real effect-- he scanned the audience for his wife's reaction right afterward." Hilarious! Wonder what his reaction would have been if he'd known I wasn't kidding."Gladys was silent, and her smile froze."Well, I'm bored,. You better start jogging again. Join a gym and work out twice a week. I suggest Tuesdays and Thursdays.”The comment about being out of shape blindsided Mike. He looked down at his stomach and realized that he had gained a little weight. He couldn’t remember when he had last gone jogging. He sat back in his chair and, as if trying to convince himself, said, “It’s not that bad.”Larry snorted and said, “Once you get laid and can jog two miles without collapsing, then you can start taking out that.