Bec looked around the bar and smiled. It was not a nice smile, by any means: rather, it was a malicious, mean-spirited, below-the-belt smirk that neve... touched her eyes. ‘It’s like a fucking little worm,’ she explained to the listening crowd. Her voice was getting louder, reaching through the open doors into the street. ‘Small and useless,’ she shrilled, ‘and….’ she drew in a breath and I could see her mind racing to capture the right adjective. I braced myself. ‘…miniscule!’ she said. Her ass cheeks which had stung last night now tingled. Her pussy and ass felt a little raw, but somehow…satisfied. She felt a trickle of something move in her bottom. Oh fuck! She felt a little ashamed and very naughty as she thought of what they had done only a few hours ago. Mandy looked down the bed and grinned as she noticed a bulge tented up in the bedclothes. She slowly pulled the sheets back and licked her lips at the sight of his rigid morning glory. She thought it would be rude not to. " Has he perceived anything?" Ah, that is a good joke!" Do you think he suspects?" said Monte Cristo with charming artlessness."Where have you come from, my dear count?" said Albert."From Congo, if you will." It must be farther off than even that." But what do I know of your Parisian husbands?" Oh, my dear count, husbands are pretty much the same everywhere; an individual husband of any country is a pretty fair specimen of the whole race." But then, what can have led to the quarrel between. Walking around in the mornings with nothing on but a shirt and panties. Half the time, momma sits in front of the tee-vee and watches her soaps and Jerry Springer. I try to get her sober by the time she has to report to Lucy's place.My daddy sure did a doozy on this here woman. I know the drinkin' is to stop the hurtin' but it's been seven years already. Woman, move on!Well, one day I had had enough of momma's drinkin'. I decided the only way for this woman to stop killin' herself would be to.