Where some producers thought to waste everybody’s time shooting a pointless yet “iconic” tv show. At least, that’s what Dave always thought.Wh...o is Dave?One of the most powerful lawyers in the State, known in courtrooms as “The Shark”. Forty-eight-years-old, a Machiavellian mind in a built, beefy body; unlimited hunger for unlimited power.Loved and hated, envied, and admired. Women crave him as the smart, powerful, dangerous, and sexy as fuck man that he is; men crave his power and confidence. She said that it I didn't have to bother, but I insisted, saying it wouldn't be a bother, it would be my pleasure.She said, okay, and I told her to lean on the counter in the kitchen, while sitting on the stool.I unbuttoned her dress in the back, telling her that to be effective a massage had to be on bare skin, and I began massaging her shoulder blades, where she said the ache was, running my hands up to her neck and down to mid back.She said, "That does feel good," so I continued kneading her. Honestly Beth, I hoped we could, you know, get together”. I smiled at her attempt to tell me she wanted to have sex with me. I began to get undressed and her eyes grew large. “Oh Beth honey, I was hoping for this” she said, almost in a whisper. “Becky, I have wondered if I could but I was horny right now” I said, and handing the task back to her I added “take me into the shower with you if that is what you want”. Now, under the water, we began to kiss and then fondle each other. “Beth, you are. They had another man with them. But he wasn’t one of them. He was in fact Emma’s boyfriend James. James was handcuffed with his hands behind his back and a very effective gag in his mouth. Ali had a pistol pointed at him to keep him quiet. Slowly they crept into Emma’s bedroom, where all their plans would come together. They motioned James to sit in one of the chairs in the room.John, who was a 6 foot 6-inch-tall black man, walked to the side of the bed where Emma was sleeping on her side. Emma.