They’re what one would call, a “perfect” family. 

Christine is really one fine woman. 5’6” about 135 lbs, legs that come up to her armp...ts and D cups, I would say although I’ve not yet measured them if you know what I mean. By far, her best assets are her legs. Perfectly shaped, great thighs, she’s in nylons and skirts most of the time with open toes shoes. I could let you build your own picture but Susan Sarandon comes to mind if you want a public figure, including hair that comes down to her. The throat muscles around her voice-box were tight because of her sexual tension, making her voice higher. She screeched like a little girl when she was in ecstasy sometimes letting out screams that were so high in pitch that she wouldn’t have been surprised if only the neighborhood dogs could hear them. Michele could feel a tremendous ache near the mouth of her womb. There was a magic spot near Michele’s dimpled cervix. She knew that her cruel husband would not have to bang at that spot many. "Okay, you guys work up the entry plan, I'll try figure out what to do with him after we get him." It was obvious they knew more about assaulting Dante's hide out than I did. I had to live with what happened to him, so I was concerned about that."Do we plan on you coming along," the older Swamp Thing operative asked."You bet your ass I'm coming along. You are working up the plan, because it is mostly your people at risk. My people will be there doing what has to be done from our end. So you. What the fuck is Mariah doing here? It's unbelievable. He remains still for a few seconds, staring at her in disbelief. The posh 39-year-old looks as irritating and arrogant as ever, with her scornful smile stamped on her lips, wearing an expensive fur coat on top of a teal blouse, a fuchsia skirt and high heels. Doesn't the fucking bitch feel the coldness in her legs?"What ... What are you doing here?" Ilene asks, standing next to Philip, visibly alarmed by Mariah's presence at her.