They didn't know Greg was back, and just then, she preferred to keep it that way. 'My life is complicated enough just now without having to answer the...r questions, too, ' she thought."So how are you holding up Pretty Lady?" he asked, once they were seated on the park bench."Better now that you're here," replied Bonnie, with a smile.Greg looked down at the sandwich in his hands, and in a soft voice, he said, "He's gone you know." Who?" asked Bonnie, in surprise. "You mean Andy? I know; thank. The whole trip back to Jerry's farm all he could think about were the two young woman he had in his truck one ready and willing to die for him while the other unwilling, well that was not going to stop him from turning Stacey's beautiful body into a spit roast along side Jessica over the fire, "but how?", "she is really strong will need something to take her out with but what?" were his thoughts as they traveled down the dirt road several miles to his farm.Jerry was still a little pissed off. I wish that it could be more because it pains me to learn that my mother's people are in distress." Bullshit! What do you want from us?" That's another thing. Miguelito didn't have the political savvy to refrain from speaking his mind on things. If he had been willing to go along more with things, he and his people would have done better. Here I was making a generous, and wholly unexpected, contribution to his people's welfare, and he couldn't even pretend to be grateful or that he even thought. Only real men get to kiss them.?As I slurped on Amaretto’s huge pink areolas, I heard Lionel crying in the kitchen and looked to my left, and indeed, as he mixed something in a bowl, he was staring at us, and sobbing. At one point Amaretto told Lionel that she was considering having him suck my dick and he really cried—much harder.Just as well?I recalled when I had visitation with my divorced father—he was on a prison road crew on Jarretsburg Highway, and I would stop to talk with him as he.