I'm no angel, far from it. My clients pay me well keeping them out of jail, sometimes I take trades instead of cash. Spend a lot of time in the gym and at the dojo, brown belt looks good on my five ten frame, hundred sixty five pounds brown hair and cruel blue eyes.
Five seven, one twenty pounds my wife likes her Peloton bike and pilates. Dark red hair green-eyed bitch, knows all the dirty tricks making tons of money as a service manager at the BMW dealership. Hell on wheels and proud of it.
Checked her birth control pills couple days ago, timing is right for the weekend. Feature not a flaw is her menstrual cycle, doctors put her on the hormones at a very early age to control her mood swings. Fuckin' bitch has been avoiding me for the last couple days...
Set the tray up in our play room, some lines, the pipe and a handful of rocks. Half dozen lines on the kitchen counter, single malt scotch with the big single ice cube, waiting. Doing some moves to get my abs tight, blood flowing and sweaty in my karate pants.
