.. Sometimes I wish I never married him..." I say to myself, angry at my husband for not coming with me.Most of all, I'm angry at the punk that's bull...ing my son. Almost everyday, he comes home in a bad mood or beat up, and the school doesn't do shit about it! I thought my husband and I could talk some sense into this little shit, but apparently it'll be just me. I'll make sure this kid won't even think about hurting my son when I'm done with him. I still can't believe what Rob said...*****I. ’ The wailing began again. ‘FUCKING!’ she screamed. ‘That’s better.’ The cat seemed to be grinning at her. ‘Now that we’ve got past the first step things should be a lot easier. Tell me what you have between your legs.’ She looked down, not comprehending at first, then she said, ‘Oh! That. I see. You mean my… my… vagina?’ She struggled to get the word out. After all, it was not something that was used in polite society. The cat laughed, sort of. ‘The other word. The really bad one.’ ‘Oh no. No.. It became obvious quickly that the couple made love regularly in the evenings, several nights a week, and Lanying ensured she was outside during that hour so when it seemed to happen most often. She was rewarded frequently with the Cynthia’s muffled moans, but that was the extent of it until just after the end of the spring semester when she started hearing Ray’s grunts and his dirty talk. Lanying got off hard the first time she heard him tell the woman, “Swallow my cum!”Before long, there. “Well, hello there Shady Lady, what’s happening?’“Nothing, just talking with In A Rut - chit chatting”“I see that, hi In A Rut, you up to no good?”“Always” I wrote backVivian wrote also, “And you can take that to the bank.”Vivian, Gopher, and I exchanged mail back and fourth for a while when I was called by someone by the name of Lonesome George.“Hello, Lonesome George, are you really lonesome?” I answered. “You better believe it.”“Where are you?”“Home.”“Where’s home?“Charlotte North.