Deal 'em." "OK, so that's it, huh?" I said, backing away from the table. "Have fun then- and good luck...I know you always play your best poker when y...u're drunk and chasing losses!" I was so pissed off, and for so many reasons. Deon raised his eyebrows for a beat, then announced the dealing of the next hand. I went to the kitchen, mixed a rum and coke that was so strong it was merely tinted brown, then stomped back to the bedroom and slammed the door. That motherfucker! I slung my purse across. He reached into his bag and took out a large knife, she trembled with excitement as he brandished the evil looking weapon. He slid it up between her breasts and sliced her bra in two. She gasped as her huge breasts cascaded loose.He cut the sides of her sodden panties too, then placing the huge knife against her dripping cunt deftly slashed the crotch piece so he gorgeously wet cunt was on display to his greedy horny eyes "don’t worry, you wont be needing underwear for the next few days" he. The door is too small to hide behind. I don’t want to fight them and lose the chance of turning them in. I look up and see ceiling tiles. I think fast and walk up the wall and push through a tile. I grab a pole and slide the tile back into place just in time.“You guys are falling down on your job,” I Hear Coach Marcos complain. “Get your shit together. I teach you Karate so that you can sell. If you don’t want to do, it anymore then let me know and I can terminate you.“Woe,” I hear Greg. When I was dating Betty, she and Joe always seemed to be in bodily contact, and it was not unusual for them to wrestle and roll around on the floor while wrestling. This was a common thing, and it used to piss her husband (Harold) off and he would often leave the room and go upstairs to his bedroom. One time after he had gone upstairs, because of their wrestling, I heard her say "Joe, let me up I am not wearing panties and my robe is getting looser. Perked my ears up, but Joe didnt seem to care.