And no, its not some magical enchanted leather covered thing. It's asmall spiral bound lined pages notebook from CVS. I think it costs $0.79,if you'r... interested.Anyway, as I leave George and Le-Ann, I hope very much they will be happytogether, but I can't help seeing the image of George selling his ass onthe street in their little Georgia town. The sisterhood will get kind ofpissed at me if that happens, but hey, I gave them the choice of a happylife. That's the best I can do.What struck me. The mother did not look to be more than 18 or 19, yet she had two children that I learned later were 1 and 2 years old. When the cashier completed scanning her items and told the amount due, 94.22 the girl started to cry, and said but I only have 87.55. The cashier said you can write a check for the balance. The girl replied that my husband will not let me have the checkbook. And, lordie, I need all of this stuff. and started to cry again. As I looked at the pitiful thing, she was about 55. Val asked to go alone with my mom to pick up the stuff. While dad and I finished our looking around rather quickly the ladies took a lot longer. While we sat and waited, I started getting nervous, wondering what was taking so long. And I was afraid of what the answer would be."Will, I think we need to talk." My dad said as soon as I started to take a sip of my raspberry lemonade.Guessing the topic of what he wanted to talk about I took my time drinking before I answered, "About what?" Your. Stacy pushed Sara onto the floor and smiled when the coach cried out in pain upon landing on her abused ass. Sara rolled onto her side and curled into the fetal position trying to block out the pain. A swift kick from one of her new owners quickly brought her back to the reality of her situation. Stacy told her to get up and start licking right now or she would start beating the woman’s tits next. Sara slowly crawled up to her hands and knees and shuffled herself into position between Stacy’s.