Aren’t I? Margarie had been through this for a while now. Her sisters divorce was actually moving along quite quickly. Her sister, thinking that vic...tory was just around the corner had not thought to postpone anything. Sure she had tried to drop it after she realized how bad it looked for her but John wouldn’t and she still had her sister “on the inside” looking out for her so why drop a losing hand? John on the other hand was doing quite nicely. He was negotiating terms of child support with. Everything looked new, even though it was unfinished and there was no furniture to be seen. There weren’t even drapes or blinds on any of the windows. The building appeared to be mostly complete, but not furnished with quite a bit of finish work required to make it presentable. I guess Steven was going to do the decorating when he arrived. We were walking around the pool when I noticed the four rough looking guys approaching the pool gate.I could see that they were not impressed or worried. She gasped at the sharp sound and sting, and then a long, throaty purr escaped her throat. He wasn't sure if it sounded more like a growl, but he knew what it meant.He swung a series of solid figure eights in the air, the strap swiping her finely sculpted ass with each cross. Blood pumped hard through his veins as he watched her hips roll, as if she were trying to buck an unseen beast riding her to the outskirts of hell.The pale crimson of the entrancing slash between her thighs was glistening,. It seemed to me that Brooklyn had a certain magical air about it. At night, it didn’t have the sparkle of Manhattan but it was not as dark as Staten Island. The demographics were constantly changing inside Brooklyn proper and it had plenty of history dating right back to the War of Independence with battles fought with wins and losses on both sides and lots of blood running in the streets both soldiers and civilians. Brooklyn didn’t identify as being part of the Big Apple at night. It was a.