I memorized how my father used to get drunk every night thinking of my mother but him although of his pain and loneliness never dropped out of his res...onsibilities for me. He gave me everything he can afford, everything but love, I never blamed him for this because I knew that he was aching for love too. Our life was moving on smoothly until one day my so-called mother showed up on our door and asked my father to hand me to her. But at that time there was nothing in my heart for her but endless. That’s not really my style, but to each their own.The most recent update to this story was a downer but much expected. The main character was not careful to cover his tracks and finally got caught. All his toys were deprogrammed, and he ended up running from the cops. This was not an unusual ending to one of these stories… well it wasn’t until the author made another short forum post.“I managed to grab the bike and hide it,” the post read. “I can’t get caught with it. Maybe one of you can carry. By the time that I had finished my Lumberjack Slam I was becoming hard over thinking about Danielle sitting on my womb dagger. I momentarily entertained the idea of skipping the dance club altogether and heading straight back to my house but stuck to my previously arranged date plan. After she had finished eating, Danielle stood up from the table and prepared to attend to the restroom. “How about you get the check and I’ll meet you outside by your car.” “No problem,” I. She had also negotiated a great deal with Tim and his partners for the purchase of the Shannon Rose, with Tim once again supplying the funds needed to buy out his partners."Tim, are you sure you are OK with this?" Katie, as long as you keep making the payments I'll have all the money I could ever spend. I'll going to enjoy myself, relaxing on my front porch, in my favorite rocking chair, overlooking a very peaceful and green valley. I've had enough of the desert."John, officially known as John.