„Jaa, mein kleiner Spritzer, lass es raus!" Das war zu viel. Meine Eier zogen sich zusammen und die Wichse stieg auf. Maren hörte auf zu wichsen un... hielt meine glänzende Eichel genau über die Pommes. Ich bäumte mich auf. „Jaaa...", stöhnte ich leise und fing an zu spritzen. Der erste Spritzer ging noch hauptsächlich über die Tüte hinaus, aber dann pumpte ich meinen Saft in mehreren Schüben direkt auf die Pommes. „Ja, schön alles auf die Pommes, mein Kleiner, pump alles raus!", sagte Maren und. She was wearing a pink cotton nightie that finished halfway down her thighs. All I was wearing was a pair of boxers. I was surprised, she hadn't done anything like this before. She said, "What are you doing?"I said, "Nothing, I was going to read for a bit, the TV is crap."I was lying on the bed, and Jacqueline come over and sat beside me. She said, "What are you reading?" I showed her the book and she started loking at it. About this time, I thought it was a good idea to get back at her. It ended when my final bride, Vice-President Melissa Nakamura, got married and consummated it with one of the Afghan ladies, another of my many wives, a girl named Zari, all of sixteen years of age.“Well, you now have six hundred twenty-seven spouses, Lord. That’s not even counting all of the women and men who will be mobbing you at every turn whenever you visit every country on Earth. I mean, think about it, Lord. You’re now the most famous and beloved person on this planet, courtesy of. She put on her ruby earrings, with the matching necklace and wrist bracelet, and her pearl and ruby ankle bracelet around her right ankle.Then she went back downstairs, turning off the light on the way. Jack had turned off the TV, and all the lights except for the light above the kitchen sink, and he was waiting by the door for Ariel with her ruby red knitted shawl in his hands. She grabbed her purse from the closet and her house keys from the hook by the door. Jack draped the shawl over her.