Something about a picture of you with an influencer?”
“Fuck,” I said. “Damn,” I said. Blowjob sex “What do you mean?” John asked as we approached the doorway. It’s just… I keep forgetting how much ‘fuck you’ money I have, sometimes.”
“You’re not kidding,” Erin replied. A few escaped, and I could feel them sliding down my cheeks – a testament to the grief over almost losing Natashya and the relief of seeing that my sister hadn’t suffered the same fate. I really like you, and I like working for you, and I was scared that I lost you. I had so many fucking questions for that woman. About thirty minutes later, they came back with John. In fact, I’d recommend it.” Seeming satisfied with my pupil activity, he turned off the penlight and pocketed it.
