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Larry frowned slightly as he spoke without warning. Although Stanley was sure that it could not have been Cherry, he still ordered someone to bring a photo of that woman. What happened at the engagement party today had been plastered all over the news, and photos of Cherry were everywhere to be seen on the internet. “Is that her?” Stanley got the clearest photo with the best angle and pushed it towards the driver. Larry focused his gaze on the driver. He might appear to be indifferent at first glance, but if one were to observe him closely, he or she would realize that there was a hint of mystery deep within his eyes.

That’s when I hear the voice I never wanted to hear again. “Lana?” I look up. Larry. Sitting at a corner table with two friends, coffee in hand, grin spreading like he just won the lottery. He stands up fast, chair scraping loud. “Holy shit, it’s really you.” I don’t smile. “Larry.” He walks over, too close, smelling like cheap cologne and entitlement. “You look… different. Good different. Where’ve you been hiding?” I cross my arms. “Not hiding. Just living.”

Son tries to bring his mom into his video recording scheme. Some dangerous sex, public sex, oral, exhibitionism, voyeur, and of course mom/son. Enjoy reading ********** Tiffany was twenty years old when she married "Famous Larry," a self-made millionaire whose chain of used car dealerships had made him a minor celebrity in several Southwestern cities. They met on the beach near Panama City, Florida where Tiffany was waiting in line to get a snow cone with a friend. Larry walked up to her and offered to buy her a car if she would go on a date with him. As outrageous as his offer was, it was just crazy enough to get Tiffany's attention.

Larry smiles and says, “he is with me." “Listen to this clown,” says Rat to the others, “his no number, nothing.” Larry has his prison clothes on and no tattoos showing. But this 28 can somehow sense something dark about him. Suddenly Larry grabs Rat by the neck and pushes him to the wall, taking off his top, “I stand protected on the ground of Lucifer. If your men try attacking me, I will make sure your lives become more miserable here. This guy, leave him alone he is under Lucifer’s protection,” Larry says as he stabs the plastic fork into Rat's eye. He then lifts him higher against the wall and throws him hard onto the ground as he turns around to look at the 28s. He looks over at the oth

“Larry, can you break things off with your lovers? Can you guarantee no woman will ever step forward to accuse you again? Can you promise there won’t be any more scandals involving you and women?” One question after another, all aimed squarely at Larry. Everyone at Spencer Corporation knew Larry was infamous for his love life. Expecting him to keep it in his pants? That was almost laughable. Larry fired back with a sneer. “Mr. Nottingham, maybe make sure your own house is in order before calling out mine.” Mr. Nottingham scoffed and turned to Marcus. “Look at that—just look at your son. Didn’t learn much else, but sure knows how to sass his elders.”

"Uh, yeah, pretty much. Think you could do it?" Larry stares, and stares, and stares some more. I almost slam my fist on his desk to stop him from blinking so slowly. Larry is your typical fat cat slumlord. He is a large man that only seems to own a dirty white tee and black slacks that he leaves unbuttoned.

He pulled an unpleased expression, "Who's she going on a date with?" Larry walked out from where he was watching, walked up to Terry, and said, "She's going on a date with me." Terry looked at Larry with an unimpressed look, "And who are you?" The maid went to answer, "This is-" Larry cut her off, "I'm no one important. I'm just dating Sash." Terry looked at him annoyed, "You're close enough to be calling her by her nickname?" Larry smiled at him, "Of course!"

This made him to be cassanova of the town. Larry remembered all those days he brought different ladies in their home. During weekends he would disappear and came back with some delicacies. Larry would enjoy eating while his uncle would singing while drinking his beer. Larry loved his uncle's sense of humour. He would laugh until his stomach hurt when he cracked some jokes. He also loved his sense of style. Bro Joe (as he was passionately called) was a smart dresser. He knew how to mix colors and styles that were in fashion at that time. He would drew all the attention to himself in his neighbourhood. Some used to call him the 'champion' and the name fitted exactly to his kind of carefree li

Larry gave her a look of gory conquest as if a predator had finally caught its prey. "If it were anyone else, I also would tell the warden," Stella said in a panic. Larry only intended to frighten her and warn her that certain topics would not be appropriate for idle conversation in the future. "I know." Stella subconsciously shrank her shoulders: "There's nothing else, right?" Larry came over and stared at her face for a long time: "You don't look well." "Really?" Stella touched her face subconsciously. "Yes, your face looks dry. Is your man not satisfying you well? Do you want me to help with that?"

“Stop! You should be ashamed of yourself Larry” a voice comes thundering through the room with so much authority, it was Gary, Larry’s father spokesman, I have never seen him so close, he’s known for his mean character and a lot of killings through the city have been done by his command, I wonder what he had on mind with all this that he is bringing out, trying to act good in front of everyone yet he was a monster behind the curtains.