I heard her opening the door, then I felt her take my hand and lead me forward. Then I felt a difference in the air as Sara said, ‘Okay, Baby, you c...an open your eyes now.’ When I opened my eyes, what had previously been a spare bedroom, Sara had converted into her own drawing studio. In the corner of the room sat an easel with a rather large piece of paint spattered cloth covering whatever drawing it was beneath it. And as she moved gracefully across the room, Sara stood next to the easel with. Sandra was making more of this than it had to be. Her mind must be racing. She has a tendency to think too much, sometimes.I was idling through the lot, it was a good sized apartment complex; maybe four hundred units if I had to guess. Not too affluent, but not a dump, either. This wasn't a bad part of town, to the contrary - this was Blue Springs and it was upper middle class, judging from the few homes I saw across the street before I wheeled into this place.“Does Josh have ground floor. I asked how old they had been, and was told that they must have been at least 60. Laughing, I said that there was hope for me yet then! She took my hands and looked me straight in the eyes, and told me that she certainly hoped so. I was speechless for at least a couple of seconds and just stared at her. Then with a squeeze of her hands, I told her that if she was serious, then so was I, and maybe it was time to leave. She agreed, and as we were leaving, I told her that she would have to be my. Then I put my arms around his shoulders and said loudly enough for everyone in the room to hear, “Only two of us are women, want to guess which ones?” While he turned a little red, he didn’t let up his grip on my ass. I continued, “We’ll give you a chance at that later.” Then I stepped back and said, “This property is perfect for our plan, but is worthless to anyone else. This is a win-win-win. The bank recovers a bad loan, we get the perfect property, and you get a lifetime membership to.