What about the husband?" Peter Parker, a freelance photographer for The Daily Bugle." Freelance? That's French for he can't hold a job. Obviously a ma...n of no consequence. It should be fairly easy for me to make his wife my bitch."Kraven The Hunter smiled his predatory smile as he envisioned the luscious redhead spread naked before him."What do you mean, "pardoned?" How can they justify pardoning a hardened criminal?" That isn't your concern Parker. All you need to know is that he is out of. Bob turned and looked over the back seat and found the tow strap that he always carried, "I've got a cabin up that driveway. I'll pull you off of the road with my tow strap and get you up to the cabin and get you warm. Do you think that you can steer the car while I pull you into the driveway?"The woman nodded her head. Bob could see that she was not too happy about going to his cabin but she didn't have much choice in the matter. She would freeze to death in the car after it ran out of gas.Bob. Lexi carried her sketches outside and sat eating some lunch while she imagined the way she wanted the outside to look, glancing up at the building storm clouds Lexi frowned, quickly finishing her lunch she got to work on the house that would front her lair, Lexi planned on spending most of her time in the house and just mainly using the lair for privacy, peace and quiet. The lower portion of the house butted up against the mountain, with a special unseen door from the back hallway leading to. She came and as soon as she noticed me she smiled, and came over. She was looking stunning that day, she was wearing a tight fit skirt, and flaunting her ass even more that that day in the bus, and a shirt which was showing the full shape of her boobs better than anything. She came and sat on the chair in front of me, and with her eyes questioned me about her look. I had lost all my senses seeing her that way, and just couldnt reply. Noticing that she again started laughing, which left me a.