Monica Shale sat kneeling at the far end of her spacious back yard, flanked on all sides by a forest of gardening plants. The hot summer sun beat down on the middle aged woman, forcing a thin trickle of salty sweat to slowly drain down her curvy body. It pooled primarily on her perky breasts, leaving a damp stain on the front end of her tank-top. A bit embarrassing, perhaps, but the green-thumbed woman couldn't deny that she enjoyed the extra attention it brought to her favorite assets.
This wass how most of her days had been since divorcing her husband early last year. The poor bastard begged and pleaded with his beloved wife to stay but her desire to leave was far to ravenous for his arguments to feed. She left him broken hearted and alone as she preyed on his alimony, using the funds to assemble this massive garden. It was her prized possession and only hobby, aside from occasionally scooping up younger guys at one of the town's few clubs.
From a distance you watched her as she slowly tended to the garden's needs. Utilizing your powers, you managed to gleam all of the information from the woman's subconscious. Armed with these new-found truths, you decided to make your move against her. It began with...
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