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Post by TheSource on Jan 20, 2019 18:16:12 GMT -5
CHAPTER 7
As the scene ended, the extras in their zombie costumes began to emerge, and the other cast members retired to their dressing rooms Sandy Hills (playing the role of Barbara) let her mind switch from playing "undead" to her real life of two teenagers on their way home from school, her Black Lab, and her unfaithful husband.
She started thinking that her life wasn't all that bad and even managed to crack a half smile musing about it until she picked up a copy of The National Enquirer only to read that they were reporting that she was carrying the love child of her co-star Duane (the Rock) Johnson and boasting of exclusive pictures in the article.
The truth, she knew, was that she had never been intimate with Johnson and, if pregnant, the only person to have possibly fathered the child was now occupying a very high elected office.
Her thoughts now turned to those of confession and absolution and was wondering if her affair with the Pope was all worth it now leading to a life of secrecy and denial should any of her sordid past be discovered and brought to light.
Yes the fond memories of that night with the Pope and still the mystery of, since it was pitch black in the narthex, was that really "Holy Water" that kept drip... drip... drip... dripping from above.
As she was wondering, there was a sudden knock at the door that had an unholy sense of urgency about it.
Both kids were in their rooms with homework, her husband was working late... or was using that excuse to spend "overtime" with his secretary... so with the dog by her side she looked through the peephole in the entrance door.
As she peered through the peephole and not being able to see anything at first, her dog began to growl in a low and steady tone that indicated that what was on the other side of the door meant danger to her.
Slowly, she backed away from the door while hollering back to the bedroom "Duane, get your WWE Rock butt out here and answer my door since you have to leave before my husband gets home, anyway!"
Little did she realize that it was her husband behind the door and she should have taken the cue from the way her dog growled.
"Hello, Dear, won't you come on in and meet our new houseguest... the brother of the young lady you have been cheating on me with while telling her you aren't even married!"
"And I'm supposed to believe that you're not shacking up with this guy either?", he replied.
"Believe what you want because, after the private detective I hired began to list the number of women you've been cheating on my with, I'll never... EVER believe another thing you say to me so pack your things and GET OUT!"
As she was screaming 'Get out!' Get out!', she reached for one of the bookends on a shelf by the door and wailed it as hard as she could at her cheating husband but he ducked and the bookend went sailing past him only to find its' mark on another unintended victim.
While husband and wife were yelling at each other, Duane "Rock" Johnson had slipped behind them to close the door which placed the back of his head in the very trajectory of a launched bookend... a bookend that KO'd him faster than any competitor in his entire wrestling career.
"Now look at what you made me do!", screamed Sandy in a horrified tone.
As the couple continued venting their angst at each other 'The Rock' was beginning to slowly rise from the floor, shaking his head to clear the fog, and the look in his eyes evidenced that someone was about to be body-slammed to a floor that did not have the cushioning effect of a mat in the wrestling ring.
Struggling to steady himself, 'The Rock' looked over at Sandy and her cheating husband arguing and yelled "Hey! Shut the hell up! I can't hear myself think!", as he was leaning against the bookcase in the corner trying not to fall back down.
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Post by TheSource on Jan 21, 2019 18:53:33 GMT -5
CHAPTER 8
As the secret room opened up to reveal its' contents, all three stood aghast with a look of bewilderment and amazement and immediately noticed a small man sitting behind a desk on the far wall glancing up at the three of them as the door opened causing him to take pause from whatever he had been writing and bearing an eerily striking resemblance to the long lost Jimmy Hoffa.
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Post by 2old on Jan 21, 2019 18:58:48 GMT -5
CHAPTER 8
As the secret room opened up to reveal its' contents, all three stood aghast with a look of bewilderment and amazement and immediately noticed a small man sitting behind a desk on the far wall glancing up at the three of them as the door opened causing him to take pause from whatever he had been writing and bearing an eerily striking resemblance to the long lost Jimmy Hoffa.
The resemblance uncanny, they knew it could not be Hoffa as... if still alive... this coming Valentine's Day would be his 106th birthday.
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Post by TheSource on Jan 21, 2019 19:27:18 GMT -5
CHAPTER 8
As the secret room opened up to reveal its' contents, all three stood aghast with a look of bewilderment and amazement and immediately noticed a small man sitting behind a desk on the far wall glancing up at the three of them as the door opened causing him to take pause from whatever he had been writing and bearing an eerily striking resemblance to the long lost Jimmy Hoffa.
The resemblance uncanny, they knew it could not be Hoffa as... if still alive... this coming Valentine's Day would be his 106th birthday.
But it was indeed Jimmy Hoffa and somehow someway time had stopped within this secret room and there was no explaining how or why the trio were indeed being met with the actual man that disappeared so many years ago who, now rising from his seat, was looking pleasantly surprised at having visitors.
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Post by 2old on Jan 21, 2019 19:48:57 GMT -5
CHAPTER 8
As the secret room opened up to reveal its' contents, all three stood aghast with a look of bewilderment and amazement and immediately noticed a small man sitting behind a desk on the far wall glancing up at the three of them as the door opened causing him to take pause from whatever he had been writing and bearing an eerily striking resemblance to the long lost Jimmy Hoffa.
The resemblance uncanny, they knew it could not be Hoffa as... if still alive... this coming Valentine's Day would be his 106th birthday.
But it was indeed Jimmy Hoffa and somehow someway time had stopped within this secret room and there was no explaining how or why the trio were indeed being met with the actual man that disappeared so many years ago who, now rising from his seat, was looking pleasantly surprised at having visitors.
Having lived a life of opulence, her clothing being from some of the world's best known designers, our heroine was aghast that the little man was still smartly dressed in the suit he must have been wearing when he disappeared in the 1970's.
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Post by TheSource on Jan 21, 2019 19:58:40 GMT -5
CHAPTER 8
As the secret room opened up to reveal its' contents, all three stood aghast with a look of bewilderment and amazement and immediately noticed a small man sitting behind a desk on the far wall glancing up at the three of them as the door opened causing him to take pause from whatever he had been writing and bearing an eerily striking resemblance to the long lost Jimmy Hoffa.
The resemblance uncanny, they knew it could not be Hoffa as... if still alive... this coming Valentine's Day would be his 106th birthday.
But it was indeed Jimmy Hoffa and somehow someway time had stopped within this secret room and there was no explaining how or why the trio were indeed being met with the actual man that disappeared so many years ago who, now rising from his seat, was looking pleasantly surprised at having visitors.
Having lived a life of opulence, her clothing being from some of the world's best known designers, our heroine was aghast that the little man was still smartly dressed in the suit he must have been wearing when he disappeared in the 1970's.
"Please", with a hand extended toward some chairs, "Please come in and be seated.", Hoffa said to three of them.
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Post by 2old on Jan 21, 2019 20:53:18 GMT -5
CHAPTER 8
As the secret room opened up to reveal its' contents, all three stood aghast with a look of bewilderment and amazement and immediately noticed a small man sitting behind a desk on the far wall glancing up at the three of them as the door opened causing him to take pause from whatever he had been writing and bearing an eerily striking resemblance to the long lost Jimmy Hoffa.
The resemblance uncanny, they knew it could not be Hoffa as... if still alive... this coming Valentine's Day would be his 106th birthday.
But it was indeed Jimmy Hoffa and somehow someway time had stopped within this secret room and there was no explaining how or why the trio were indeed being met with the actual man that disappeared so many years ago who, now rising from his seat, was looking pleasantly surprised at having visitors.
Having lived a life of opulence, her clothing being from some of the world's best known designers, our heroine was aghast that the little man was still smartly dressed in the suit he must have been wearing when he disappeared in the 1970's.
"Please", with a hand extended toward some chairs, "Please come in and be seated.", Hoffa said to three of them.
As they approached his desk, he held up a hand while saying "Don't pull the chairs forward as I have members of the Teamsters Union to move them for you as their union contract requires!"
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Post by TheSource on Jan 22, 2019 15:38:28 GMT -5
CHAPTER 8
As the secret room opened up to reveal its' contents, all three stood aghast with a look of bewilderment and amazement and immediately noticed a small man sitting behind a desk on the far wall glancing up at the three of them as the door opened causing him to take pause from whatever he had been writing and bearing an eerily striking resemblance to the long lost Jimmy Hoffa.
The resemblance uncanny, they knew it could not be Hoffa as... if still alive... this coming Valentine's Day would be his 106th birthday.
But it was indeed Jimmy Hoffa and somehow someway time had stopped within this secret room and there was no explaining how or why the trio were indeed being met with the actual man that disappeared so many years ago who, now rising from his seat, was looking pleasantly surprised at having visitors.
Having lived a life of opulence, her clothing being from some of the world's best known designers, our heroine was aghast that the little man was still smartly dressed in the suit he must have been wearing when he disappeared in the 1970's.
"Please", with a hand extended toward some chairs, "Please come in and be seated.", Hoffa said to three of them.
As they approached his desk, he held up a hand while saying "Don't pull the chairs forward as I have members of the Teamsters Union to move them for you as their union contract requires!"
With nods of acknowledgement, the trio took their seats and Sandy was the first one to speak asking Hoffa, "What is this place?"
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Post by 2old on Jan 22, 2019 16:32:54 GMT -5
CHAPTER 8
As the secret room opened up to reveal its' contents, all three stood aghast with a look of bewilderment and amazement and immediately noticed a small man sitting behind a desk on the far wall glancing up at the three of them as the door opened causing him to take pause from whatever he had been writing and bearing an eerily striking resemblance to the long lost Jimmy Hoffa.
The resemblance uncanny, they knew it could not be Hoffa as... if still alive... this coming Valentine's Day would be his 106th birthday.
But it was indeed Jimmy Hoffa and somehow someway time had stopped within this secret room and there was no explaining how or why the trio were indeed being met with the actual man that disappeared so many years ago who, now rising from his seat, was looking pleasantly surprised at having visitors.
Having lived a life of opulence, her clothing being from some of the world's best known designers, our heroine was aghast that the little man was still smartly dressed in the suit he must have been wearing when he disappeared in the 1970's.
"Please", with a hand extended toward some chairs, "Please come in and be seated.", Hoffa said to three of them.
As they approached his desk, he held up a hand while saying "Don't pull the chairs forward as I have members of the Teamsters Union to move them for you as their union contract requires!"
With nods of acknowledgement, the trio took their seats and Sandy was the first one to speak asking Hoffa, "What is this place?"
"It's my 'man cave' where I've been holed up for the past decades, running the Teamsters Union and handling other political issues from the Dark Web."
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Post by TheSource on Jan 22, 2019 18:09:59 GMT -5
CHAPTER 8
As the secret room opened up to reveal its' contents, all three stood aghast with a look of bewilderment and amazement and immediately noticed a small man sitting behind a desk on the far wall glancing up at the three of them as the door opened causing him to take pause from whatever he had been writing and bearing an eerily striking resemblance to the long lost Jimmy Hoffa.
The resemblance uncanny, they knew it could not be Hoffa as... if still alive... this coming Valentine's Day would be his 106th birthday.
But it was indeed Jimmy Hoffa and somehow someway time had stopped within this secret room and there was no explaining how or why the trio were indeed being met with the actual man that disappeared so many years ago who, now rising from his seat, was looking pleasantly surprised at having visitors.
Having lived a life of opulence, her clothing being from some of the world's best known designers, our heroine was aghast that the little man was still smartly dressed in the suit he must have been wearing when he disappeared in the 1970's.
"Please", with a hand extended toward some chairs, "Please come in and be seated.", Hoffa said to three of them.
As they approached his desk, he held up a hand while saying "Don't pull the chairs forward as I have members of the Teamsters Union to move them for you as their union contract requires!"
With nods of acknowledgement, the trio took their seats and Sandy was the first one to speak asking Hoffa, "What is this place?"
"It's my 'man cave' where I've been holed up for the past decades, running the Teamsters Union and handling other political issues from the Dark Web."
Unaware that the door was closing silently behind them, large panels in the walls behind and to the sides of Hoffa started to slide open revealing a colossal array of computer screens, TV monitors, banks of computer servers and about a dozen men all dressed in black suits like the ones she saw the men wearing in the coffee shop busily pouring over what seemed to be global coverages of something that Hoffa seemed eager to want to explain.
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Post by 2old on Jan 22, 2019 18:54:30 GMT -5
CHAPTER 8
As the secret room opened up to reveal its' contents, all three stood aghast with a look of bewilderment and amazement and immediately noticed a small man sitting behind a desk on the far wall glancing up at the three of them as the door opened causing him to take pause from whatever he had been writing and bearing an eerily striking resemblance to the long lost Jimmy Hoffa.
The resemblance uncanny, they knew it could not be Hoffa as... if still alive... this coming Valentine's Day would be his 106th birthday.
But it was indeed Jimmy Hoffa and somehow someway time had stopped within this secret room and there was no explaining how or why the trio were indeed being met with the actual man that disappeared so many years ago who, now rising from his seat, was looking pleasantly surprised at having visitors.
Having lived a life of opulence, her clothing being from some of the world's best known designers, our heroine was aghast that the little man was still smartly dressed in the suit he must have been wearing when he disappeared in the 1970's.
"Please", with a hand extended toward some chairs, "Please come in and be seated.", Hoffa said to three of them.
As they approached his desk, he held up a hand while saying "Don't pull the chairs forward as I have members of the Teamsters Union to move them for you as their union contract requires!"
With nods of acknowledgement, the trio took their seats and Sandy was the first one to speak asking Hoffa, "What is this place?"
"It's my 'man cave' where I've been holed up for the past decades, running the Teamsters Union and handling other political issues from the Dark Web."
Unaware that the door was closing silently behind them, large panels in the walls behind and to the sides of Hoffa started to slide open revealing a colossal array of computer screens, TV monitors, banks of computer servers and about a dozen men all dressed in black suits like the ones she saw the men wearing in the coffee shop busily pouring over what seemed to be global coverages of something that Hoffa seemed eager to want to explain.
"Please come and look with me at the global economy and the approaching disaster, imminent due to the policies of the person currently occupying the White House, his imbecilic tariffs, his pathetic handling of foreign affairs... all of which will soon change when our plan is put into action and the reason, now that you know what is going down, is why you will remain locked in here with me for another 48 hours!"
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Post by TheSource on Jan 22, 2019 19:29:10 GMT -5
CHAPTER 8
As the secret room opened up to reveal its' contents, all three stood aghast with a look of bewilderment and amazement and immediately noticed a small man sitting behind a desk on the far wall glancing up at the three of them as the door opened causing him to take pause from whatever he had been writing and bearing an eerily striking resemblance to the long lost Jimmy Hoffa.
The resemblance uncanny, they knew it could not be Hoffa as... if still alive... this coming Valentine's Day would be his 106th birthday.
But it was indeed Jimmy Hoffa and somehow someway time had stopped within this secret room and there was no explaining how or why the trio were indeed being met with the actual man that disappeared so many years ago who, now rising from his seat, was looking pleasantly surprised at having visitors.
Having lived a life of opulence, her clothing being from some of the world's best known designers, our heroine was aghast that the little man was still smartly dressed in the suit he must have been wearing when he disappeared in the 1970's.
"Please", with a hand extended toward some chairs, "Please come in and be seated.", Hoffa said to three of them.
As they approached his desk, he held up a hand while saying "Don't pull the chairs forward as I have members of the Teamsters Union to move them for you as their union contract requires!"
With nods of acknowledgement, the trio took their seats and Sandy was the first one to speak asking Hoffa, "What is this place?"
"It's my 'man cave' where I've been holed up for the past decades, running the Teamsters Union and handling other political issues from the Dark Web."
Unaware that the door was closing silently behind them, large panels in the walls behind and to the sides of Hoffa started to slide open revealing a colossal array of computer screens, TV monitors, banks of computer servers and about a dozen men all dressed in black suits like the ones she saw the men wearing in the coffee shop busily pouring over what seemed to be global coverages of something that Hoffa seemed eager to want to explain.
"Please come and look with me at the global economy and the approaching disaster, imminent due to the policies of the person currently occupying the White House, his imbecilic tariffs, his pathetic handling of foreign affairs... all of which will soon change when our plan is put into action and the reason, now that you know what is going down, is why you will remain locked in here with me for another 48 hours!"
Sandy, the more intelligent of the three, started having wild thoughts at what Hoffa had just said and silently thought to herself that this was something that seemed styled straight out of a James Bond movie.
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Post by 2old on Jan 22, 2019 22:20:55 GMT -5
CHAPTER 8
As the secret room opened up to reveal its' contents, all three stood aghast with a look of bewilderment and amazement and immediately noticed a small man sitting behind a desk on the far wall glancing up at the three of them as the door opened causing him to take pause from whatever he had been writing and bearing an eerily striking resemblance to the long lost Jimmy Hoffa.
The resemblance uncanny, they knew it could not be Hoffa as... if still alive... this coming Valentine's Day would be his 106th birthday.
But it was indeed Jimmy Hoffa and somehow someway time had stopped within this secret room and there was no explaining how or why the trio were indeed being met with the actual man that disappeared so many years ago who, now rising from his seat, was looking pleasantly surprised at having visitors.
Having lived a life of opulence, her clothing being from some of the world's best known designers, our heroine was aghast that the little man was still smartly dressed in the suit he must have been wearing when he disappeared in the 1970's.
"Please", with a hand extended toward some chairs, "Please come in and be seated.", Hoffa said to three of them.
As they approached his desk, he held up a hand while saying "Don't pull the chairs forward as I have members of the Teamsters Union to move them for you as their union contract requires!"
With nods of acknowledgement, the trio took their seats and Sandy was the first one to speak asking Hoffa, "What is this place?"
"It's my 'man cave' where I've been holed up for the past decades, running the Teamsters Union and handling other political issues from the Dark Web."
Unaware that the door was closing silently behind them, large panels in the walls behind and to the sides of Hoffa started to slide open revealing a colossal array of computer screens, TV monitors, banks of computer servers and about a dozen men all dressed in black suits like the ones she saw the men wearing in the coffee shop busily pouring over what seemed to be global coverages of something that Hoffa seemed eager to want to explain.
"Please come and look with me at the global economy and the approaching disaster, imminent due to the policies of the person currently occupying the White House, his imbecilic tariffs, his pathetic handling of foreign affairs... all of which will soon change when our plan is put into action and the reason, now that you know what is going down, is why you will remain locked in here with me for another 48 hours!"
Sandy, the more intelligent of the three, started having wild thoughts at what Hoffa had just said and silently thought to herself that this was something that seemed styled straight out of a James Bond movie.
Should they try to escape to save themselves or do they remain long enough to learn the entire plot so it could be curtailed before causing something resulting in World War III?
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Post by TheSource on Jan 23, 2019 13:41:14 GMT -5
CHAPTER 8
As the secret room opened up to reveal its' contents, all three stood aghast with a look of bewilderment and amazement and immediately noticed a small man sitting behind a desk on the far wall glancing up at the three of them as the door opened causing him to take pause from whatever he had been writing and bearing an eerily striking resemblance to the long lost Jimmy Hoffa.
The resemblance uncanny, they knew it could not be Hoffa as... if still alive... this coming Valentine's Day would be his 106th birthday.
But it was indeed Jimmy Hoffa and somehow someway time had stopped within this secret room and there was no explaining how or why the trio were indeed being met with the actual man that disappeared so many years ago who, now rising from his seat, was looking pleasantly surprised at having visitors.
Having lived a life of opulence, her clothing being from some of the world's best known designers, our heroine was aghast that the little man was still smartly dressed in the suit he must have been wearing when he disappeared in the 1970's.
"Please", with a hand extended toward some chairs, "Please come in and be seated.", Hoffa said to the three of them.
As they approached his desk, he held up a hand while saying "Don't pull the chairs forward as I have members of the Teamsters Union to move them for you as their union contract requires!"
With nods of acknowledgement, the trio took their seats and Sandy was the first one to speak asking Hoffa, "What is this place?"
"It's my 'man cave' where I've been holed up for the past decades, running the Teamsters Union and handling other political issues from the Dark Web."
Unaware that the door was closing silently behind them, large panels in the walls behind and to the sides of Hoffa started to slide open revealing a colossal array of computer screens, TV monitors, banks of computer servers and about a dozen men all dressed in black suits like the ones she saw the men wearing in the coffee shop busily pouring over what seemed to be global coverages of something that Hoffa seemed eager to want to explain.
"Please come and look with me at the global economy and the approaching disaster, imminent due to the policies of the person currently occupying the White House, his imbecilic tariffs, his pathetic handling of foreign affairs... all of which will soon change when our plan is put into action and the reason, now that you know what is going down, is why you will remain locked in here with me for another 48 hours!"
Sandy, the more intelligent of the three, started having wild thoughts at what Hoffa had just said and silently thought to herself that this was something that seemed styled straight out of a James Bond movie.
Should they try to escape to save themselves or do they remain long enough to learn the entire plot so it could be curtailed before causing something resulting in World War III?
As Sandy was musing with that thought, she noticed that her husband and the Rock were starting to take more than a casual interest with the workings of the command center and were hypnotically looking over the shoulders of the men seated in front of the dizzying array of monitors.
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Post by 2old on Jan 23, 2019 17:00:41 GMT -5
CHAPTER 8
As the secret room opened up to reveal its' contents, all three stood aghast with a look of bewilderment and amazement and immediately noticed a small man sitting behind a desk on the far wall glancing up at the three of them as the door opened causing him to take pause from whatever he had been writing and bearing an eerily striking resemblance to the long lost Jimmy Hoffa.
The resemblance uncanny, they knew it could not be Hoffa as... if still alive... this coming Valentine's Day would be his 106th birthday.
But it was indeed Jimmy Hoffa and somehow someway time had stopped within this secret room and there was no explaining how or why the trio were indeed being met with the actual man that disappeared so many years ago who, now rising from his seat, was looking pleasantly surprised at having visitors.
Having lived a life of opulence, her clothing being from some of the world's best known designers, our heroine was aghast that the little man was still smartly dressed in the suit he must have been wearing when he disappeared in the 1970's.
"Please", with a hand extended toward some chairs, "Please come in and be seated.", Hoffa said to the three of them.
As they approached his desk, he held up a hand while saying "Don't pull the chairs forward as I have members of the Teamsters Union to move them for you as their union contract requires!"
With nods of acknowledgement, the trio took their seats and Sandy was the first one to speak asking Hoffa, "What is this place?"
"It's my 'man cave' where I've been holed up for the past decades, running the Teamsters Union and handling other political issues from the Dark Web."
Unaware that the door was closing silently behind them, large panels in the walls behind and to the sides of Hoffa started to slide open revealing a colossal array of computer screens, TV monitors, banks of computer servers and about a dozen men all dressed in black suits like the ones she saw the men wearing in the coffee shop busily pouring over what seemed to be global coverages of something that Hoffa seemed eager to want to explain.
"Please come and look with me at the global economy and the approaching disaster, imminent due to the policies of the person currently occupying the White House, his imbecilic tariffs, his pathetic handling of foreign affairs... all of which will soon change when our plan is put into action and the reason, now that you know what is going down, is why you will remain locked in here with me for another 48 hours!"
Sandy, the more intelligent of the three, started having wild thoughts at what Hoffa had just said and silently thought to herself that this was something that seemed styled straight out of a James Bond movie.
Should they try to escape to save themselves or do they remain long enough to learn the entire plot so it could be curtailed before causing something resulting in World War III?
As Sandy was musing with that thought, she noticed that her husband and the Rock were starting to take more than a casual interest with the workings of the command center and were hypnotically looking over the shoulders of the men seated in front of the dizzying array of monitors.
A glance from her husband registered with her that she needed to provide a distraction so the two men could overpower the computer operation team and she began a very solicitous moaning, began unbuttoning her blouse, and hiking her skirt... and immediately, Hoffa, grabbed his chest and fell to the floor in the throes of a fatal heart attack.
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