milfhunter23
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He sat in the small dive the picture of an attractive bounty in front of him to the other side a glass of scotch. Slowly the ice melted with the heat of his hand it fogged the glass he looked carefully around the room. His target was sitting in a booth all alone confident that here wig contacts and skin treatment had fooled everyone. He moved slowly pretending to be another drunk he was close but not drunk. He sat next to her not looking at her he placed and arm over her shoulder. “two no three more of what the little miss is having“. careful to slur his words he had no weapons the bar would allow none but he did not want to frighten his target she was worth a lot more alive then dead.