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Erica had assumed the missing money was just Laura buying expensive figurines again, and the extra million dollars wasn't *real* money - it was internet money, which didn't really exist. Nothing was going to happen. Then the emails had started coming, demanding payment of the money. At first, they'd been generic demands for payment and Laura had ignored them. But then they started becoming more specific. They included personal details about her - her age, her place of work, her date of birth. Her home address. They'd started to freak Laura out. And then this morning the email had included a photo. It was a photo of Laura leaving the house early in the morning, heading to work. It had been taken from just across the street. Someone not only knew where Laura lived, they had come to her house and taken a photo. And with it was that demand again - to pay back the million dollars she had borrowed. Laura didn't have a million dollars. She didn't have close to that. Even if she sold the house and the two cars it wouldn't come to a quarter of a million dollars. She didn't have friends she could borrow it from. And her mother was rich, but she and Laura didn't always see eye to eye and Laura knew there was no way her mother would lend her anything close to a million dollars. She rolled off of Erica and lay on her back, nude, her legs spread, looking at the ceiling. "Is everything okay, honey?" asked Erica, rearranging herself on the bed to put her head at the same end as Laura's. There were still sex juices glistening on her face, which made Laura smile. Erica used to wipe her face clean after sex, but Laura had made her leave the juices alone for a while because they looked sexy. She knew it humiliated Erica, which was most of the reason Laura did it. With one hand, indian Erica reached out to stroke Laura's hair. Laura nuzzled against her lover's hand and wiggled her body to lie against Erica's side. "Yes," she said, in her most convincing lying voice. Thought Misty. It was a brief look at her eyes, which were fixed upon me like blue lasers of death, her expression serious. We talked for another half hour or so, then Jennifer led Jill upstairs to the bidet so they could clean up, while I made do with a few wet wipes. “You had a stable household with two loving and supportive parents, plus ample opportunity to explore and learn about the world around you. Susan said to them after she'd composed herself somewhat, "You're going to cause some car wrecks if you keep that up." “Bet you think boys like a girl with big cow udders like you.” Bev said stepping forward. She has the greatest tits. They both had on their school outfits, except for some reason they were both wearing his powder blue rib tank undershirts with thin straps, instead of their normal white blouses. “I could...” Some women get good money for putting out on the web.” Argh, indian I can’t bear him being near me. Even his touch makes me cringe. And with that, I got up and headed for the patio door. “Ooh, a Brit! You can count if you want.