Her unwashed brown hair was tangled all the way down to the frayed ends gathering around her shoulders. She was a mess and I felt a touch of remorse ...or my curt response. “Look,” I said finally; “I was out of line back there, and apologize.” Her sobbing diminished and she dropped her hands only to stare at her lap. “You look like you’ve been through a pretty rough time; why don’t you let me treat you to a burger or something . . .?” A slight smile briefly crossed her face, and we made eye. ”—John Ringo, A Hymn Before BattleWe practiced all day Sunday, focused on the program. Sophie and Brittany were with us as well as the six of us playing instruments or singing. Donna was making notes in a score to work with the tech crew. Nanette, Emily, and Beca just kept us fed and hydrated.I ran Monday and Tuesday mornings so we could rehearse in the afternoon right after school. Monday night we rehearsed until after ten and then crashed. Tuesday, we quit at dinner. We don’t go in for a lot. The two of them were excited for several minutes and suddenly heard voices in one of the rooms and a loud sound was turned on and Cido was in one of the gaps in the wood and was hallucinated to see the little chicken Laurinha all naked and touching the pussy, in this he pulled out his black log and grumbled softly:What a delight of pussy Tucão, smooth, small but very swollen, the way I love, all tight to make me scream on the log.While Cido was hallucinating watching Laurinha naked, Tucão heard. As we walked out arm in arm, the owner called out to us, “You two remind me of my wife and I thirty years ago. I hope you are as happy together as we have been.” I turned back and smiled at him and said, “I hope so too.” Jo kissed me on the lips and said, “I have to get to work now my love. Will I see you later?” “I have some errands to run sweetie but I should be in later tonight.” She smile and said, “OK. I’ll see you when you get there.” I took her in my arms and kissed her passionately. “I.