He was unconscious at least, and I was sure that he was going to bleed to death before he woke up.That first tipped over table was so close that I had... an inspiration. I swapped back to that first clip and blasted at the same place on the table until I had chopped a hole in its top. This hole was going to serve me as a loophole to shoot through. The table top was thick enough to stop most bullets, anyway, though it was not as effective as the bar front. However, it did have the advantage that I. I enjoy the luxury of her house. She has a cook/housekeeper named Juanita. She cooks for me whatever I want, whenever I want. I appreciate it and I’m quite cordial with her. I enjoy the pool, the whirl, the gym. And most of all - I enjoy Laura. Her limitless enthusiasm when it comes to me. She’s genuinely thankful for every minute I spend with her. For every look. For every word. It’s sweet. She almost seems to worship me somehow.Over the weeks our relationship changes. My feelings for her. Then he opens his red lips and...There is a noise out in the warehouse, a loud bang. Someone is here. Someone has opened a door. Serge sits back, and I sit back on my bed, and tuck my quickly shrinking cock away. We are both staring at the door to the bedroom, looking scared, when it flies open.It is Ana. She stares at us for minute, as we must look like cat who has been stalking canary, before a sly smile crosses her face. She must know what we were up to."Come, girls! Mr. Aronoff wants. It was from Chrissy. And itwas a message that just made my day get worse."Hey, look I know that I was a bit harsh on you for cheating but Karawouldn't lie to me especially about something like that im sorry I justcan trust you anymore but we do need to talk about this and get to whyyou did it. Bye."That is what the message read.I just shook my head. It sickens me, how girls will listen to theirfriends over their boyfriend, even when their friend happens to be acrazy bitch who can't keep a.