“HEY! Who the Hell is in my God-damned kitchen? And why the Hell did you let me sleep in and miss work?” he shouted.He was greeted by the sight of...a curly-haired blonde woman wearing a pink pajama bottom and one of his old t-shirts working his stove with the efficiency of a line chef at a fancy restaurant. While her bacon was frying, she was preparing scrambled eggs in one hand and popping bread into Mike’s toaster with the other. Mike took a few seconds to acknowledge how good this woman. He was gripping her ass and perfect feminine back. He held her neck lightly with both his hands and kissed maricela deeper than she had ever been kissed! "Wow" maricela thought, "I'm turning him on! Me! I tried my best to look pretty tonight, straightened my hair, took hours on my makeup, all that time at the gym doing squats to get a plump round ass, these hormones for my breasts!" Maxwell picked her up and swung her over his shoulder. She screamed and giggled and laughed. Then he threw her. The bewildered people were lined up and the crewmen started loading the boats to capacity. Several boats took more than that number, but it was a dangerous course of action." The Californian approached during this time. It lay close by to take on the passengers an hour and forty-five minutes after the Titanic being struck. Lifeboats returned to the crippled ship for more passengers when they were emptied. Time was running out, and some passengers from steerage began jumping into the Atlantic as. It was a great day when Dad had a reality check after he woke up the next day after one of his rages and saw the aftermath of it. When he saw us crying on the living room couch, crying, he forced himself to go to rehab. I typed a long letter back, giving my sympathy to her other stuff before focusing on Dad. I made sure she knew to call me if anything was turning back into the way it was, that I’d speed all the way back to help her, and to try and hide Dad’s stash. When I closed the laptop, I.