”“I agree. They will be nominated as God Parents as far as I’m concerned,” Darla told Que and her lovers.“Do you think Pat will become a Car...ichael?” Que asked the others. “Kola said he doesn’t think she will.”“Hum, interesting. I think he has a bit of a Psychic bent even though he doesn’t wear the gem for that trait,” Darla replied. “I’ve noticed the way he takes in everything. You may need to keep an eye on your boy, Que. He is a bit of a dark horse and had hidden talents. I’ve also noticed. He, his card was more likely to get him lynched than lucky. He deserved better.He’d thought about leaving, finding someplace more receptive but his fucking ex refused to even consider it, the fucking bitch. She had her head stuck too far up mommy and daddy’s fucking asses. Since she had fucking custody of his two brats, there was just no fucking way for him to leave. If he walked away from his brats, he’d end up looking like one of those asshole absent fathers. Not to mention it would give the. The thought of thirst remindedher of her own. Picking up a large bottle of fruit-flavoured mineral waterfrom a corner, she drained it in a series of gulps. She stood for a few moments before raising a hand to sweep a fringe of sweatyhair from her forehead, then glanced down at her naked body, hot and grimyafter the four hours she'd already spent in preparation in the stuffy outhouse.For a moment she debated returning to the house to shower the sweaty dirt fromher skin. With a laugh she. As he ws about to pull his shirt over his head someone behind him said 'excuse me please? It was the boy, Myron smiled lifted his arms and backed against the partition. He squeezed past, leaning over the changing bench, Myron for some reason moved his hips so that his hips burshed against the boys ass. When he sat down he seemed to slump over against the wall. Myron watching, asked, 'got in a good workout did you? The boy smiled, and nodded, Better than I expected, he answered. With not many.